Cloudy Eyes

You seem like trouble, but your smile looks like fun. Inviting, yet uninterested, intriguing despite cloudy skies. Perhaps, as they say, this is when the romance dies? Revelry is all that ever gets remembered, anyway.

But I remember more than that, against better judgment; I can't shake your scent, Your walk, the way you cross the road without a single glance. Similar to the way we enter into this dance, like a trance, im on your hook. But I accept my fate & dive deep, oh what fool you've made of me. Pretty hate machine just leave me be.

You take me in, but no warm embrace, no echos of love. Just lust, firey and viscious, like the thorns of a flower. Why do I give you so much power? Perhaps, it was never mine to give, I'm simply along for the ride. Yes I see, clearly and unbemused, the romance has died.