Your beauty rages with my feelings
Your beauty is the most compared to the structure of helix
With that one look I develop cravings
With that one hook I'm gazed as the master of cunnings
When you walk I see a flamingo
Your scent
So mending as that of Indigo
Your accent
So tempting as that of Mamacito
A top notch
Fine and fairly blended as a glass of a scotch
A shining Sword
Whenever you show up I crouch
With no make up
you are star
With no touch up
So hot as mars
You shine my nights brighter
My mornings softer
Alone I'm left wondering
Atone I start believing
The queen of all beauties
Your body is a beast
The she in all shees
I'm craving for that kiss
Torn in the chest I'm bleeding for you
Why don't you save me? Save me from you?
Your cunnings ways have swept me off my feet
You tortured me.. I'm starting to drowned
In my own blood,
That's where you left me.
Metallic and empty
Bright red and runny
You don't care if I hurt
Or bleed out my chest
You're done with me
You're on to the next
With a knife in your hand you're ready to strike
The next innocent soul that comes in your life
It sickens me that this brings you delight
But you don't care,
To you its just another life
I wonder if you know what you do?
If you really meant to rip me in two?
Is it still to late to save me from you?
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