Tell me more.
About the things you love,
Every feature of me that you adore,
My sly little creature.
Such sweet nothings were never meant to be something.
Discreet treats left from the first day we met,
That lead me to believe things that I had already grieved in my past.
Alas,
Another lass.
Oh, but this one is special.
She said things so nicely
And put me down so gentle,
My angelic monster,
I pick the flowers from your hair
The same way I sift through the lies,
That you swear
Are true.
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 6:31 PM UTC
Tell me more.
About the things you love,
Every feature of me that you adore,
My sly little creature.
Such sweet nothings were never meant to be something.
Discreet treats left from the first day we met,
That lead me to believe things that I had already grieved in my past.
Alas,
Another lass.
Oh, but this one is special.
She said things so nicely
And put me down so gentle,
My angelic monster,
I pick the flowers from your hair
The same way I sift through the lies,
That you swear
Are true.
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