Something wicked this way comes
Hair of ravens feather
Cheeks stained pink as peaches
Like he’s been out in frigid weather
Skins been sunglazed
Smile like sunrays
Disposition soft as day break on Sunday
He Looks at me
Wholesome
With eyes like soil sea
He is the something clean and pure
The wicked thing is me
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 10:47 PM UTC
Something wicked this way comes
Hair of ravens feather
Cheeks stained pink as peaches
Like he’s been out in frigid weather
Skins been sunglazed
Smile like sunrays
Disposition soft as day break on Sunday
He Looks at me
Wholesome
With eyes like soil sea
He is the something clean and pure
The wicked thing is me
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