Smooth curves, rough shadow
Quite ominous how your shadow still doesn’t resemble its owner
Your pudgy hands still veers towards me
Aiming my heart causing lax pain
How I wish you got scotched to death.
You mussed up the whole of me,
Am still falling for your hypnosis
From Dusk to dawn
Your effulging beauty keeps on blinding my soul
Sucking all the light out of me
How much cold are you going to be?
If the exorbitant summer heat can’t warm you up
How is my love going to create a ring of fire around your frosty heart
Written By : Darchy Arts