He has a silver tongue

But lies are all that it secretes

He has a charming smile

But there are thorns underneath.

He has the eyes that shine

But they'll blind you in the end.

He's got the lines to make you laugh

And the nerve to make you cry.

He knows just how to pull you in

And make you want to die.

He knows just to touch and blow

To shake your very core.

He knows just how to get away

With ****** of the soul.

And how to leave the crime scene wanting more.

He'll leave you with nothing but a smudge

of the print that he has laid

And you can search until you're dead

But no more evidence remains

That love was ever really made.