Your my pleasure
Your my pain,
Spin me in circles
Your such a drain,
The more I lose
The more I gain,
Tell me what
Your gonna do,
I’m so wound up
So into you,
Your my pleasure
Your my pain,
Spin me in circles
Your such a drain,
The more I lose
The more I gain,
Tell me what
Your gonna do,
I’m so wound up
So into you,
All through the day
you do burn bright,
Set yourself on fire
see the light,
Oh sail away
on seven sea,
Run from a storm
you can’t break free,
From flame filled eyes
look at the dawn,
The light chase shadows
across the morn,
And through this new day
you will burn bright,
Burning embers in your eyes
to bring comfort and warmth at night….
.x.
She wasn’t made like the rest
no she wasn’t made that way,
The blackness the battles within her
for she kept her demons at bay,
Surrounding herself in the icy cold
none she let through to her heart,
She kept it surrounded by forests
a warmth many fires it could start,
A warrior her words
were her blade,
Her shield
something she had made,
No she wasn’t like the rest
she was a black rose,
Her mind filled with promises
and prose,
No she wasn’t
like the rest,
To a Knight
she would’ve been a mere test,
But her heart
was found by a King,
No easy feat
no easy thing,
And that’s where the
story does start,
This King
he found her heart,
No she wasn’t like the rest
sharp thorns so full of prose,
She wasn’t like the rest
Those velvet depths
hidden in a plain black rose….
.x.
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