My Vice

It was fall when we thought we had it all Two people: one innocent, the other not. A red dress shirt for your interview A grey uniform for my new school. Staring into your deep crystal blue eyes I wouldn't have ever guessed you'd be my vice. You had bad intentions that I was to blind to see thinking that you're the one for me. Smoke filled my lungs when you were around My heart beat quickened feeling your fingertips trace my skin Its been two years and I don't know where you are. I wonder if you still think of me when you're sitting by the fire, tracing the stars. I hope you are well, I'll be missing you.