Free as a rhythm getting lost at sea,
There is no deeper shelter than the element that rules me.
Melting in a pool of veracity, truth.
Seduced by the gaze, the allure of you.
The depths of us, unspoken exchange,
Deranged as your mind tries to rearrange.
Meet cute. Lips meet.
Projected on our silver screen.
Moonchild daring to be a Scorpion Queen.
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 1:48 PM UTC
Free as a rhythm getting lost at sea,
There is no deeper shelter than the element that rules me.
Melting in a pool of veracity, truth.
Seduced by the gaze, the allure of you.
The depths of us, unspoken exchange,
Deranged as your mind tries to rearrange.
Meet cute. Lips meet.
Projected on our silver screen.
Moonchild daring to be a Scorpion Queen.
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