"you have witchcraft in your lips"
-William Shakespeare, Henry V
In which a troubled girl meets an infatuating blue eyed boy in a place
for the reckless youth ; burgundy asylum.
"I love you" I say , pulling away from his lips
"What? No.." He is shaking and trying to pull his hand away from mine
"You can't.... We can't...no" he finally says after failing pulling his hand away from my hard gripe
"Why ? We can... We do right?" Tears fill our eyes
"No no no no" he pushes me and
My vision blurs
Nothing...