You like the chase, oh pretty little thing.
How precious are those freckled fiery wings?
Whimsical as you are—going forth but not beyond,
Teasing to fly backwards yet refuses to be touched.
Hence i intend a pun: you’re always the catch.
Nov 14, 2020
Nov 14, 2020 at 8:43 AM UTC
You like the chase, oh pretty little thing.
How precious are those freckled fiery wings?
Whimsical as you are—going forth but not beyond,
Teasing to fly backwards yet refuses to be touched.
Hence i intend a pun: you’re always the catch.
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