You were sweet,
I tore myself in an ugly fold.
There's warmth beneath those cold blue eyes. They scold icy tension, scorched against a blackened mood. Your smile will not let falter cause a lesser feeling borrowed. Your voice will not break dark red silence, blooming from a thousand thoughts unheard.
You were sweet,
I lay torn in an ugly fold. Torn and silent in this room of words I hide. These words bring you and give you thoughts. I'll not stay long - until your black eyes turn back and your breath burns the empty air.
