by Arcassin Burnham


How do you get so pretty,
With your make-up on,
(Although You Don't Need Any)
Cigarette packs,
smokes 3 a Day,
(Although You Don't Need Any)


Your not the one to be jealous,
I swear there is no question,
To what i beautiful soul you are,

You're in disguise,
a true blessing,
Looking forward to the passion,
We could sit and look at stars.