Two minutes before midnight, you asked me if something beautiful yet ugly exists.
“Yes.” I said while looking at your trembling hands.
Curiosity filled your rich, brown eyes. “What is it?”
“Love…it’s a twisted, beautiful thing.”
“But, how?” You asked.
So I leaned closer to you and kissed your small, pinkish lips.
And when you opened your eyes…
I was gone…along with the night and along with your dreams.