When I saw your lips,
I didn't realise your lipstick was made of poison.
When I saw your eyes,
I didn't realise the fire in them was burning your soul.
When you touched me,
I didn't realise there were thorns behind your skin and that the roses in your hair were already dead.
When you held me,
I didn't realise I became your slave rather than your partner.
When you took my breath away,
I didn't realise you were stealing my innocense.
That smile you smiled
Was you rejoicing that I will never be the same after you walked away.
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