No one in the world could ever compare to her eyes, they were green and brown and deceiving. She'd stand tall in her confident frame and smile. Oh her smile, there was nothing more beautiful and deadly. Everything she did had a purpose none of which came from the kindness of her heart. She loved so hard that was her plan, love hard **** harder.
One word and the room stops, She takes you by the neck and slowly gently squeezes all the air out of you. And you have no choice but to love every second of it. If you're lucky, she'll love you, If you were luckier, she wouldn't. You'd be left with agonizing thoughts of why she never did but at least, you'd be saved from the pain of knowing why she did.
k.y
An old piece of writing that was actually supposed to be part of a story decided to use a little part and tweak it into a poem.