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)
