[my.perfect.life]: 247.true identity

true identity.


Time is at a stoplight.
My heart has stopped its game.
I stare without a fight,
As he asked me for my name.


He, I'm told, was taken.
He, I'm told, had a life,
But then why would he ask me to dance,
If he had himself a wife?


Before I knew what happened,
without even a care,
He swept me out on the dance floor,
Even with his wife standing there.


People stood in amazment,
Most just stopped and stared.
He didn't look back,
And i bagan right there.


Into the shadows of the night,
Past the noon of day,
We danced.


His eyes, of a deep opal red,
Glinted with passion.
The deadly passion of a vipper,
Hidden among love and lust.


That's what he was,
He always will be.
Waits in time for a lovely dance,
And leaves her like the last lass.


Be careful, my love,
take this to heart,
for even the most caring boy,
Can turn deadly in a gentle beat.