Not everyone is born strong,
Some are soft like the cotton candy clouds, like the first rays before dawn.
Some are unaware of the dark thoughts and the cruelty that exists.
Like an enchanting pearl in an oyster..protected.
There comes a day they realise that even the sweetest...
"A monster, an ice cold heart, an abomination...." He stared right into my soul as my eyes filled with unshed tears.
"You are all this Medusa.." he whispered in my ear, his lips tracing it's outline. "....and so am I." my eyes snapped to his in surprise.
"But then you are so...
Dark locks of hair were sprawled on his forehead dripping like molten honey.
His eyes so full of life yet of death, their colour grey-a fallen angel, a king, liquid silver swirling with sweet nectar or was it poison?
Those dark cherry lips were the sweetest forbidden pleasure....
