Dazed Out

[poeticserenade]

Some say the grass is greener on the other side. Well Layla Serenade has been on the other side only to relize its just as ailenating as any other place. She has traveled time and time again looking for something but finding only more and more of herself. She came to England with the hopes of change. If she only knew when she first came to England how things would change, but change only to get worse. Maybe she could have did things differently. As she sat alone sipping her coffee she gazed out the window as her mind replayed her memory of meeting Angie. All this pain she feels, started with a smile. A smile she loved so greatly that she now wishes deeply to forget. Before Layla met Angie she knew nothing of love. She knows now that being without love was easy only untill you fall into it. She had fallen hard into the abyss of love, tumbling madly down a dark hole for which she never escaped. Layla tryed to remember the beauty of angies face. Perfection from every angle. Angie looked like a masterpiece of all the gods work together. Her tan skin and long silky curlying brown hair was such a contrast to laylas pale skin and frizzy blonde hair. Layla looks around the cafe at the table that they shared there first moments together. She was so nervous its was psychically obvious. Layla shakes her head to try to remove the clouded thought of this beautiful evil creature she once loved and could not live without. As she sat silently another memory played in laylas head. The first time she tasted angies blood. The smell of her skin and the thickness of the blood flowing out of her and into laylas mouth. It was like cupids poisen but she never knew untill it was too late.