I know now,
Why
You have captivated my heart,
Mister Sir...
For you were,
My image of perfection,
And attraction:
My heart has become tar,
For longing for your defection
You were an identical heart beat
And soul to mine,
But,
I was vile and young and bold...
I no longer need salvation,
For my King has come
I rather still fancy your immaculenity,
For I dream about it:
Sun down,
Sun up.
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 12:42 AM UTC
I know now,
Why
You have captivated my heart,
Mister Sir...
For you were,
My image of perfection,
And attraction:
My heart has become tar,
For longing for your defection
You were an identical heart beat
And soul to mine,
But,
I was vile and young and bold...
I no longer need salvation,
For my King has come
I rather still fancy your immaculenity,
For I dream about it:
Sun down,
Sun up.
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