Once upon a time
I used to believe
no simple matter
for nothing I'd grieve
But a heart that's been bound
with silver and lace
what goes around
secured and in place
She knew me to well
and understood much
that I'd go too hell
for the beg of
Her touch
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 11:57 PM UTC
Once upon a time
I used to believe
no simple matter
for nothing I'd grieve
But a heart that's been bound
with silver and lace
what goes around
secured and in place
She knew me to well
and understood much
that I'd go too hell
for the beg of
Her touch
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