He has eyes like precious stones.
They blaze like sapphire blue fire,
but they are cold as ice.
Living proof that love can kill.
He puts hearts to death on a whim,
he never thinks twice.
I know from first hand.
My heart is still dying.
Once I let down my defences and was weak,
he moved in for the kill.
Through my soul the words,
like the blade of a daggar.
He ran his hate through my veins,
disguised as love.
As he watched the light go from my eyes,
he looked down on the fool who dared to want him.
I tried to fit his every desire, in my failure I expired.
Now I know no one can love him.
He will despise the one who tries.
It's not the passion he wants, but vengence.
From some other past life.
Maybe his childhood, I will never know.
I could never make him happy,
for him only pain satisfies..............
I Love You Ray...............
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