You're image is burnt into everything, everywhere. I see the pure brown circles of everything right and true. Up, that is where I look to find your eyes. Your ever so spellbinding eyes.
I go to Pandora, put on 'everything is okay' radio. Your voice melts my heart. I devour the words right from your mouth. You're from Jersey but that **** country accent pulls the trigger.
The touch of your body is the deadliest sin, the deep sunset over the disappearing horizon. The smell of the air on the thawing spring morning. You're everything I'm not and that's your advance.
You're a riddle. A read between the lines kinda person. You're black ice. You're a killer without warning. A maniac of your own device.
My heart is torn right through my chest. You make beautiful masterpieces from my blood and leave my useless corpse for the relentless lost dying to be found.
You show me everything I want and everything I can never have. You. You are a tug of war rope. I am either ends while you play with my head. I pull for what I want and I pull for I can have. And you laugh. And you grin.
You are everything I want and everything I can not have. You are so good, but you are everything that is so bad. You are an angel sent from the pits of hell, and I'm just looking for a good person to be bad with.