1.7.
Beauty
is a dangerous
thing
to obtain
Even the darkest
stars
warned me
It doesn’t like
to play
fair
It can lie
It can deceive
It can cheat
It even steals
you out of
your death
Shooting star
or the unworthy
dead
With my
breath
I give life
to the lost
consultations
My divine
calculations
made the
equations
That’s why
in my sleep
all three
realities
I see
I am your
fate
Waiting for you
at the flowered
gate
With spring rain
still in
my hair
Never has there
been
A woman so
fair
Scarlet begonias
Cuts and bruises
this is a
war
I don’t plan
on losing
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 4:33 PM UTC
1.7.
Beauty
is a dangerous
thing
to obtain
Even the darkest
stars
warned me
It doesn’t like
to play
fair
It can lie
It can deceive
It can cheat
It even steals
you out of
your death
Shooting star
or the unworthy
dead
With my
breath
I give life
to the lost
consultations
My divine
calculations
made the
equations
That’s why
in my sleep
all three
realities
I see
I am your
fate
Waiting for you
at the flowered
gate
With spring rain
still in
my hair
Never has there
been
A woman so
fair
Scarlet begonias
Cuts and bruises
this is a
war
I don’t plan
on losing
