Hot pink toe nails. Red lips with eyes of ice blue that could burn. Long streams of untamed blond hair dyed black, showering an amazonian figure.
She could take us all out with one long stare. Your words and hateful thoughts don't matter, she simply doesn't care.
It was way back, a long time ago. The weather was warm but, somehow, it felt very cold. And it wasn't snow that fell that day, but the tears of a broken cloud.
She says she isn't lonely, but I saw no one around. Just a fast moment in time, playing so slowly, tearing with scratches her light apart.
But that girl's still running, denying that anything ever was, because she only likes to wonder about what will be and could've been. A dreamer, a believer, fantasia... She's bound to drown like me.
Love & A Promise,