Oh, the girl I love, a source of joy and pain,
Her touch and her smile, they drive me insane.
But in her eyes, I see a darkness lurking,
A twisted desire, a penchant for hurting.

She plays with my heart, like a puppet on strings,
Her lies and deceit, they sting like bee stings.
And yet, I cannot help but love her still,
For her beauty and…Read More