Summer madness
Brought on by the surge
Of a late summer heat wave.
Dreams of a madman
With dark shiny hair,
And translucent eyes
That gleamed in the twilight.
Twisted romance
In my head
Wishing it wasn't so surreal.
The way I want him
May be bad
Because he's nothing more
Than an evil cad.
I can feel his gaze
Upon me,
from across the room,
burning right through me.
Twin orbs of blue fire
narrowed,
glaring at me.
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twin orbs of blue fire narrowed glaring at me