Your Dream, My Nightmare

He was the apple of her eyes

taken by surprise.

Loving how he worked up all her

Sweet,

Sweet

pie.

He wanted to take down her rose petals, rip off her leaves.

Take what was hers and just

run off with

her seeds.

Polluting her soul

was just what he needed.

He ordered her whole, to rip her in pieces.

It was the greatest revenge

to the greatest of spies.

But she knew what he wanted the minute she looked

into his eyes.

He gave her the colors blue and turned them into a red,

Not really caring if he left the colors

to stain upon her white,

pure,

Dress.

He teased her with freedom

but kept her captive for every time he

may needed

some.