I am under a spell of self destruction; commit no evil,
love only you tonight.
Freedom of expression was shown in her eyes
as they sparkled in the moonlight.
Creativity was born under the stars that shined,
beautiful in the skies.
Love was lost and trust was gained; simplistic morals once again
showed through her lies.
Our hands laced together, our feet slipped into a pattern
not so easily broken by two.
Lives intertwined by fate from a connection
that was never meant to fall into-