“Looks can be decieving,” I never believed it once.

How can your eyes ever hide secrets from me.

The only thing your lips can do is dance across mine.

Because you can never tell me any lies.

In your arms, I feel like a baby nestled in its mother’s bosom.

A cold heart could never exude so much warmth.

“Look closer,” they said; and now I wish I didn’t.

Your wrathful eyes were never passionate but filled with a spark that blinded my vision.

Your arms were as good as a slithering serpent wrapping itself around it victim.

Hadn’t I been gawking over your beauty, your meaningless words, and actions,

I might have seen you for the wretch you truly are.