Her hair was fire.
wavy tongues of fire.
She was beautiful before she met you,
and you took it away.
it was this beauty that drew you to her
and you stuck to her and drained her; a leach
but you were a leach with good intentions
Or so she thought.
Her heart was a flame
It kept her warm when the world got cold
you were her world… her ever cold world
you seeped through her walls and poked her at her weak spots
she let you in, hoping you’ll kindle her
but she was wrong
Her eyes wore a furious blaze
you stole her dignity and her spark.
Now she wants it back.
you’ve created a reputation for yourself
she heard from a lot of girls that you stole a lot of things.
They’re mad as hell.
And you’re the devil in sheep’s skin.
you’ve infuriated a swarm of bees.
They know about you and your devices.
they’ll set fire to your reign
and you won’t even know what hit you.