you're twisted, but baby I'm twisted too.
the first time you noticed her
was in the flower shop that your mother owned.
she immediately went towards the fake the flowers.
the ones that never died.
because normal girls would go for roses,
but she went for the artificial flowers.
and maybe that was the moment
that you couldn't get her out of your head.
her beautiful raven colored hair
that you always had overlooked before,
her lipstick covered lips,
you remembered it all,
but most of all
you remembered the pain,
the unbearable pain,
in her once innocent eyes.
that weren't so innocent anymore
because those hazel eyes
had seen too much.