He sits alone
Waiting for another victim
Who could resist him?
The picture of innocence
Curly blond hair of an angel
Endless ocean blue eyes
The kind of eyes you have to trust
How could something so pure
Lie?
Words form around a velvet voice
Their meaning blurs into something pleasant
Until the victim bends to his will
It’s natural to him
A gift, some say
Most call it a curse
They warn against the man with
Eyes that smile and lips that lie
Lauren Pankey
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