Child Day Born Monday
Monday's child is fair of face
infact your ill mannered and lack that of grace
you move at a crazy sort of pace
you rush and brush with crude sense of haste
but your passion admired not mild or tired. freshness you expel as soon as you smiled
so white and gleam thy heavenly tiled
you breath a bloom nature flower in the wild
Who are you to be questioned or blamed
bright Brawn beauty your lips are stained with shimmering gloss his heart paid the cost .
If dust made you cry
war on dirt would arrive
angel he not..
but your stare made him fly
mind prepared to jump out where men have died.
The rest not speak mountain top peak
words not heard of let's start with bleak
which you are far from
Thy blind eye overcome
the place of state of only bright face
that the world in your hand
but florid your fate
which is short of true
as I'd open up to you not cussed of your friendly demeanor but because
I know you my fellow dreamer
i know you dream up the godliest ambition
that a girl like you lives on the basis of intuition that the reason you live is to beseech ur mission
a quest on your own
but you will surly know to be lonely but not alone you cry. i laugh. you eye. my saff of irony aghast at the alluring tears that you let fall but perfect
you say you are not that at all i try to poke holes to prove you so but my heart can no longer take your illuminous glow your mainly a dreamer and a brain in your case you like to run wild you love the chase in your warm heart the cold world is yours to brace
Monday child you are not just fair of face
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