it's her smile, her smell, and the way she draw a line
her knife, his wrist, and the mark on her palms
the smooth curves that would heal sores
a touch that cures
his world tangled in her curls
the music that moves him
the way he's moved with her style
dumb desires
and the boy is caught in a whirlwind
never to return to his old life
arrows stuck on his heart
he never felt so alive
the entirety of his life
about to be consumed-
dumb desires