The best of her were merely
admiration
Her worst was the very thing
It fell for.
She paints with her heart,
While It writes from its mind.
It loves with its heart,
Yet she loves with her mind.
This girl who took a chance,
The soft touch
Which melt the beast away;
Wondering if this is real.
Wondering if she should stay.
Whether or not to stay away.
From the beast that had swayed
To her side.
For the beast had been tamed.
For the beast had fallen.
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 3:03 PM UTC
The best of her were merely
admiration
Her worst was the very thing
It fell for.
She paints with her heart,
While It writes from its mind.
It loves with its heart,
Yet she loves with her mind.
This girl who took a chance,
The soft touch
Which melt the beast away;
Wondering if this is real.
Wondering if she should stay.
Whether or not to stay away.
From the beast that had swayed
To her side.
For the beast had been tamed.
For the beast had fallen.
