Friday, 7 December 2012

I dont love you !

He told me he didn't like my eyes, but there is something about the way they could see right through his soul that captivates him;
There is nothing too attractive about my lips, I was told...but when they spread into a smile, he loses a part of himself;
My hair look bushy to him, unless a strand would fall right on my face which could arrest his breath for a moment;
I don't look beautiful to him...but there's something about me that could make him stare at me for hours and still want more;
He told me he didn't love me...he just likes to morbidly think of me all the time;
I believed him;
I was fooled.