When I met you
I saw that color in your eyes
Your ways so graceful but I tasted demise
your touch so sinful
but the rush
took me to the skies
When I met you
I understood that things aren’t always as they seem
that love was a fire
it boiled until I steamed
until I screamed
and I cried
if my heart hadn’t lied
then maybe I wouldn’t have fallen victim
to that color in your eyes
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 3:16 PM UTC
When I met you
I saw that color in your eyes
Your ways so graceful but I tasted demise
your touch so sinful
but the rush
took me to the skies
When I met you
I understood that things aren’t always as they seem
that love was a fire
it boiled until I steamed
until I screamed
and I cried
if my heart hadn’t lied
then maybe I wouldn’t have fallen victim
to that color in your eyes
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