October 6, 2010
By dramachick GOLD, Annandale, Virginia
dramachick GOLD, Annandale, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
The quickest way to a man's heart really is through his stomach, that way you don't have to chop through the pesky ribcage.

He wanders in six minutes past the bell
His smile is hiding some secret sin
Angle-named demon, his haven my hell
The aura around implies where he's been.
Pupils are black holes in eyes brown and warm
twinkling brightly, but hiding deep pain
framed by long lashes that mask secret storm
fills me with feelings I cannot explain
He turns to the side, I gaze at his hair
It matches his morals, tangled, unbound
It's pointless, but I can't help it, I care.
He's lost and he chooses not to be found.
He's trouble, he's danger, all this I know
I can't have him, but I can't let him go

The author's comments:
This piece is dedicated to Gabriel, and to every straight-laced girl who's had a crush on an unattainable bad-boy.

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