A silver angel, long lights of yellow white on your hair. Your eyes: big balls of platinum, becoming part of me with every look. Your smile: silly smirk, goofy yet evil at times. Blue blood: pure like water some say, but I’m sure not as refreshing, more like acid. Your voice: a melody, so rare it’s hard to find true in it. Your face: provocative, slim, white like paper, I might write a few kisses in it. With every move you make my skin wants to get out of my body, it dances without me wanting it to do it, like it has just caught life on its own and it wants to be a part of you. When I saw you my body was in shock, my face was paralyzed, like I was with some kind of toxin, the venom of your name in my veins. You’re a lie, my imagination playing games, beautiful but dangerous games. You’re mine: as a villain, as a good heart boy, as a man, as a dragon, as the secret you.