His red, almost like fire, hair, his warm, gentle eyes, his comforting smile draws me in closer. He makes me smile,laugh.The way he walks,talks makes me trust him even more. The way he says my name turns my head.
Why is he so beautiful?
Why does everything he does seem so perfect?
Why?
I shouldn't have trusted him in the past, but yet, i did. He has a way of pulling me into things that are just no good. His soft strong voice keeps telling me things I want to hear.
' It's all going to alright'
'Tomorrow's another day' He says
Of course,with those words, I fall back into his arms. Once again.
In His arms. I find comfort for a while. Until pain slithers back like a deadly snake. It's hurt like this before.
'Why?' I ask myself
'Why do I trust him?'
' Why do I listen?'
When the pain gets unbearable. I run. But where?
