a/n: lucky number seven. yay i'm here~~~


hugo

innocent, second-in-line dear

all rounded edges

and baby fat

and nothing if not a clean slate

writing neatly

and talking sweetly

(you're too good to be true)

the first doesn't know you're trouble

she wants to keep the crown

but you? childlike Hugo?

anyone can disregard you, dear

and some know it's a tool

a mask

a facade

you'll twist it and turn it

and there! your past

don't conceal the truth

no amount of anti-veritaserum

can get that away from me

and you've taken pains, no, love?

killed?

kidnapped?

made vanish?

and done everything to appear sweet?

well, i have news for you

no amount of outward change

can hide who you really are

(hey, rose is a bitch

but guess what? i hate

liars even more)