Jul 31, 2017
tear stained,
heart strained,
no strings attached,
no more tricks,
“enough” she told herself,
the calm,
the eye of a hurricane,
as he held her by her collar,
ready to smash her face in,
and then he saw her eyes,
for it was too late,
her heart was gone,
and her demons at loose,
“taste the fear” she whispered,
seductively in his ears,
a chill went down his spine,
and her hand went trough his chest,
“so it BEATS!” she exclaimed,
in surprise,
he looked on,
in utter despair,
she pulled out her hand,
pushed him away,
and said one thing,
“you’re heart is now marked,
and will always be target”
