To me you were a vampire,
A desperate one and a thirsty one with desires,
With soft lips bewitching me,
But slowly parting away sensing for my blood veins,
Paralysing my body not to move,
She made me vulnerable with her charms,
She clouded my mind with her sweet mesmerizing smile,
Is it really love friends?,
To me you were a vampire,
With a pretty face with two sides,
Sensing my pockets all the time,
Hungry for my money to satisfy your needs,
Can we call it love?
What should we call it dear friends?,
She looks different to my face,
Shly like an empty can with no emotions.