He's there
Reaching that hand out
In disguise of a fellow man
Grabbing you into his world
Shinning that smile
That hides his cynicals
His eyes full of wonder in the person you are
His lies locked behind what seemed to be truth in those gems of irises
Longing in a sickening desire
Love burns you alive from what seeps from him
Painless, numbed by the blindness of love
He holds you like you've never had before
He's there
Glimmering shards of white lights
The pits of fire in those wonderment of eyes
Vemon seep from the tounge.
I found this in my files, having no remembrance of writing it, but it was in my files, so I guess i wrote it. Never finished it. Not even sure what i was really going for besides a man who lies behind perfection.