~ I woke early one morning
Turned to her and said
Irene i love you so
But i just have to let you know
The things you do are killing me
Even though it seems real slow
You say that you love me
And you'll never let me go
If thats true why are you as cold as winter snow
A queen of ice on a throne of bone
The winter palace you call your home
Unfortunately i hate the cold
And cannot live on thorn and bone
so it occurs to me
That you seem like a winter rose
Beauty for the looking glass
But not for me to hold
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 12:20 AM UTC
~ I woke early one morning
Turned to her and said
Irene i love you so
But i just have to let you know
The things you do are killing me
Even though it seems real slow
You say that you love me
And you'll never let me go
If thats true why are you as cold as winter snow
A queen of ice on a throne of bone
The winter palace you call your home
Unfortunately i hate the cold
And cannot live on thorn and bone
so it occurs to me
That you seem like a winter rose
Beauty for the looking glass
But not for me to hold
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