Pick Me
I am the apple of your eye
the woman you desire
I am the lady in black
who will cry at your funeral
the damsel in distress
for you to save
I yearn for your approval
you are the lucky one
after all, tis I who picked you
Copyright © Betty Bateson | Year Posted 2015
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