wiaiting for his favorite toy.w remain like a child
then you are not here
tinted blue that dwells
ahat sad ancient mystery,
ys if trying to discover
your eyes piercing mine
iour touch penetrating my skin,
want your slow and violent kisses,
You always had an unnatural knack for making poison. Every potion you brew? Poison. The medicine you made? Poison. The soup you cooked? Also poison. It doesn't affect you, so you found out the hard way.