shitty poems

there was nothing good about him. his mind full of happiness, he was full of life. the nicest, bitch you could ever meet. his smooth pale skin, felt rugged while he cressed your cheeks. his warm body compared to your cold, darkness. his smile, oh god it lit up the room like the forth of July. his cozy hugs, they were like your favorite blanket, you're grandmother knitted for you before she passed. his eyes were mesmerizing, as you stare you'd be hypnotized.