His voice reminds me of blades, sharp yet slick.
It can cut through skin but never can cut through brick.

His hair reminds me of silk, soft like his lips.
Sometimes it sends tingles through my finger tips.

His smile reminds me of my dreams, constantly following me.
He is so **** beautiful but he can't even see.

Every piece of him just remindes me, that I can never call him mine.
Its like I'm always lying, when I tell him I am fine.