• Pale skin,
    dark, burning eyes.
    Cold touch,
    Even colder lips.

    I'm his curse,
    because I'm mortal,
    with immortal love.
    I'm his heroin,
    his personal drug.

    messy hair,
    cold look,
    poisonous touch
    long book,
    short story
    he look scary.

    He wanted my blood,
    but fell in love.
    He wanted my flesh
    but restrained his wish.

    I now know what I want
    I want him
    his touch
    Im his krptonyte
    But his my superman
    my saviour
    my saint....