She's a stranger, the most beautiful stranger.
As we move nearer, I feel her tug at my heart.
I feel an abundance of affection, injecting through my veins.
I am greeted with the urge to love.
She tightens her grip, her hand is on my heart.
Her hand is golden, pure gold.
What I see is more than I ever wanted; someone who truly loves me.
I am greeted with the urge to love.
But. Her hand starts to flake, it's only gold plated.
Her grip and her tug starts to pain.
She's not who her image promised to be.
She's a danger, the most beautiful danger.
Jul 21, 2019
Jul 21, 2019 at 3:59 PM UTC
She's a stranger, the most beautiful stranger.
As we move nearer, I feel her tug at my heart.
I feel an abundance of affection, injecting through my veins.
I am greeted with the urge to love.
She tightens her grip, her hand is on my heart.
Her hand is golden, pure gold.
What I see is more than I ever wanted; someone who truly loves me.
I am greeted with the urge to love.
But. Her hand starts to flake, it's only gold plated.
Her grip and her tug starts to pain.
She's not who her image promised to be.
She's a danger, the most beautiful danger.
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