A drop-dead gorgeous young lady,
With the eyes of an angel she looks,
Her gaze met mine in dark of day,
My thoughts are just like clay,
Getting molded as whatever she may say,
I feel my senses waning off,
For she is My Chloroform.

i fell in love with a beautiful lie
when what i really needed was the ugly truth
but no one ever asks for that

so then why do your lips taste like
chloroform