She attacks in the night and the day too,
She counts her thorny roses then throws them at you,
The cuts they sting but not worse then the look she gives,
She’d be glad if you died as long as he lives,
Love her as if she was your own,
but when I try she steps to the thrown,
I’m the peasant so she thinks,
But she doesn’t know I bite like a lynx,
Karma will catch up to her,
When I attack I don’t purr,
My claws will give you the pain you gave me,
Once you open your eyes you’ll let us be..
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 10:18 AM UTC
She attacks in the night and the day too,
She counts her thorny roses then throws them at you,
The cuts they sting but not worse then the look she gives,
She’d be glad if you died as long as he lives,
Love her as if she was your own,
but when I try she steps to the thrown,
I’m the peasant so she thinks,
But she doesn’t know I bite like a lynx,
Karma will catch up to her,
When I attack I don’t purr,
My claws will give you the pain you gave me,
Once you open your eyes you’ll let us be..
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