I should have known from first glance into your black eyes that you would come to completely encapsulate me. You consumed my thoughts, swallowed my dreams in one vortex gulp, like a black hole. It may have hung in front of your face, but somehow your long jet black waterfall hair obscured my vision. To think I trusted you, and all you did was taint my heart and turn it black.
RelationshipsMay 13, 2018
Inkheart: A Prose Poem
All you did was taint my heart and turn it black.
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