Rewrite the lines, hanging above my head.
To late to kill the thought, because it's already dead.
Pucker your lips charmer, and work your way through the crowded shooters
But the maids of cupids arrow already knew.
So shut your eyes, Mr.Right and hold on to your sanity.
Because your in for a ride while the nonsensical dally daisies find vanity
Shed it all before, but hold on to my fingers to the strings attached
While your heart dispatches, leaving you hallow in your own charming laughter.
Wicked boy, come now don't be afraid to bend your knees
According to my rule.
Hush, before the queen, shall she talk among us much more than a fool
Like you.
Silently bending the strict line. And breaking the hopes on my nose tip
Wicked boy, your in for a slip.
Your disbelieving eyes won't mistrust my dominance
Acting as if, your the king of prominence.
Owning every half beaten dollar.
Excuse me Wicked boy, for you are the one wearing the collar.
Letting them go with the spitting on thoughts.
Pretty walking swans charm their way over to wonderland of sins
Because the vile temptation always wins
They'll never reach the creation of love.
Of the many wonderful disgusting feelings above.
For every touch Charmer, spat on my pride.
One lady less on your side.
For every sick lie, Mr.Right
Is one less lady who can give you that naughty delight.
For every broken heart, Wicked boy,hurt me so.
You couldn't be more immature then a pro
So I guess I'll sit here, and lace every broken piece.
Until it's safe to release
Until then my love stays hidden and frightened from the arrow of infatuation
For a fake feeling of Cupid's creation.
My note to Cupid:
Sorry that I can't dance in your lovely gold hearts
But your arrow is deeply tearing my apart
Although, I can't find "him" in every broken man
So Cupid my darling, hit me if you can wink
 Pain-Killer 4 Dead Angels · Thu Nov 08, 2007 @ 03:03am · 2 Comments |
