For once i smile and dance as i look at my reflection in mirror
oh the clothes fit my body so nicley, i like it
i like it when i look at me and feel something thats not making me want to curl up and cry
I dance and sing whatever song is playing
i dont care what it is id like to dance and sing for a bit
my shirt flows so nicley along the movments of my body
my jeans look so good on my legs as i dance
turns out I really can feel great
then i sit down and try not to cry
i know once my clothes are off ill cry and want to die
why cant i always look as nice as i do now?
Actually she classy, exactly she's precise and full of suprises>
She cuddles , she likes to see me when i'm happy,
a diamond i rhyme on nicley,
a kiss that is blissfull,
she is the author,
Heart Noble in all her Novels,
but suppose i wrote a chapter,
lookout now she's naughty,
a reaction I have caused here,
my heart has dealt her a fatal blow then,
you never know though,
i might fold and let her bluff me,
as i flow the Fatal blow into a rose pedal
Oh! I Drea, An I Drea Dream
And i step in dread and dread i tread in
Untill I woke up and discovered taht she was beside me
Precisely she likes the way i play inside her
In her mind Im her skys in
her eyes Bluer , bedazzled,
Now i got her feeling Jazzy
And I rule her imaginations like she never imagined
The day after christmas, the tree was up, and smiles still on.
Holiday spirit still wondering in the peacful home.
the little kids rest their heads, nicley tucked in their small wooden bed.
Yet they didnt know the candle was lit bright upstairs, on the tree while flames blew
into pairs.
Fire arose, ashes shed.
they woke up from their little sleepy beds.
smoke detectors on, the air is fog.
there's no way to get out, the exit is gone.
I close my eyes but still hear the screaming.
Feel the heat of the christmas tree bleeding.
The cats cry is their way of saying, they want to get out they
want to get out, they can hear the fire coming.
I glance at the reflection in the cats eyes.
With christmas spirit burning in flames.
The christmas tree that cant be tamed.
I can taste the fire. I can smell the burning.
As i see the fire, he is chasing. I am running.
When I try and follow the only light that's left to be seen.
I step out the door.
Leaving the childhood dream.