She's got a picture of him on her desk <br />She tries to write but she can't <br />His eyes drags hers into them like a magnet <br /> <br />'Could you stop hauting me? ' asks she <br />But those blue eyes are there <br />Piercing her, hurting her <br />They are everything she can see <br /> <br />'I won't stare at you anymore! ' <br />And she faces the paper, avoiding the curse <br />Tries to write a few lines but it doesn't work <br /> <br />Pale white skin, dark messed hair <br />Sculptured nose, lips full of desire <br />And, oh, those blue eyes... <br />All she knew was they set her on fire <br /> <br />She drops the pencil, head over heels <br />'Without you I'm nothing' that's how she feels <br />He's the grave with her own hands she'd dug <br />'I'll never let you know you're my perfect drug'<br /><br />Ananda Alves<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/perfect-drug/
