• When i see your hair,
    I'm dying inside.
    When i look into your eyes,
    those eyes i despise,
    a knife in my heart,
    and your smile twists the blade.
    everytime i see you,
    i stop in my tracks,
    and gasp,
    and this isnt much of a rhyme,
    but your voice is a poem,
    melting me inside.