Castle
Dragon eyes with breathless skin, that was him. Lips that could taste like strawberries, but he makes all the women swoon when he walks into the room. He blew me away as if he was melting my mountains. He had kings in my castle kneeling at his feet an my towards did the same.
In a cruel way, he tamed the worst parts of me an it felt like my heart was wearing nothing, but his safe love I couldn't escape even if I tried. He made so many women forsake their vows, but didn't have that effect on me. Gazing my way, he broke a part of me I didn't need anymore, but was holding on too.
He lifted himself high enough to only have his eyes on me no matter how many women walked his way. In that moment, I knew he was defying gravity, but could never flip my world upside down no matter how hard he tried. I watched the women surround him with their low cut dresses with their breast showing on the side.
The moment I walked in with my black wear, I could tell he wanted to know me better like I was Cinderella. He became accustomed to dark vertigo with me. He was fallen like autumn leaves his whole life, an I could tell. He welcomed my risks an I loved his penalties.
Although he started to become a familiar death taste with a side of heartbreak, I knew we weren't half loves, nor just friends. I was a finalities he wanted to taste.
His rule, nothing in his life is done till he was "walking the line" with love. An I told him, I'm stuck in "Folsom Prison" an I got a "Ring of Fire" burning even if life doesn't want me. His smile to my words were like he found the other part of himself.
Copyright © Stevie Yost | Year Posted 2015
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