His Girl, Her Curse

He came from fire, clothed in smoke,

A boy with eyes that never spoke,

Of all the ghosts he kept inside,

Of truths he hid with his charming disguise.

He walks in her shadow, eyes like flames,

A whispered curse, a hollow name.

His breath is cold, his soul decayed,

He’s made of wounds that never fade.

He sees the world through poison's haze,

Each heartbeat trapped from a burning blaze.

He called it love, but it was chains

A velvet grip, a life of pain.

He found her dancing in the sun,

A heart of gold, his life had begun.

Her laughter light, her beauty deep,

But all he saw were the secrets he'd keep.

She is a princess made of light,

Softest soul, the stars at night.

With eyes that glow like dawn’s first breath,

She kissed his scars, and danced with death.

She didn’t see the demon’s grin,

Only the broken boy within.

Her love was wide, a boundless sea,

And she would do anything except set him free.

He bound her there, not by rope,

But twisted dreams and stolen hope.

Each time she tried to run he cried, begged her to not to leave his side.

He fed on her soul, his selfish highs,

And painted truth with his alibis.

She whispered faith, he crushed her grace,

But still she found heaven in his face.

She saw the boy behind the scream,

The broken child lost in a dream.

He saw a savior, soft and bright,

And dragged her down into his night.

She begged him to rise, he begged she stay,

And slowly, her light faded away.

He tasted demise on every breath,

He craved her life to shield his death.

Too selfish just to let her go,

He wrapped her heart in chains of woe.

She loved too much, she gave too deep,

She held his soul, she lost her sleep.

She bore his storms, she soothed his cries,

While tears of broken trust fell from her eyes.

Each “I’ll do better” stained with lies,

Each high he chased, another vice.

He’d break, then beg, then bleed her dry,

But never once would he let her fly.

She is the rose that blooms in pain,

Still reaching upward in the rain.

But thorns grew long from loving wrong,

From staying where she doesn't belong.

A prisoner not by chain or wall,

But from the heart that gave it all.

he holds her in his grips,

With charming lies and posionous lips.

He clipped her wings, and watches her crawl,

A shattered queen beneath his thrall.

So if you see the girl from before, the one who was meant for so much more,

lost in the midst of love and hate

Understand even angels can meet cruel fate.

She still fights to rise above but shes been bound by her demons selfish love.