opens his mouth, crimson tongue of seduction,
velvet blanket, petals by, as I delve,
a plunderer of pleasure, my lips, a ship of delight,
charting the uncharted waters of his terrain.
guess you could say we're having a real 'cutthroat' relationship - I'm making the final edit....with a scalpel.
She said.........
As he walked out he said...it is over!
I should have took it on the chin
But his sudden words...could not be colder!
I guess I took it on my heart instead
Now I'm picking up the pieces
Lord knows..it's not easy
Going through the broken parts of push and shove
'Trying to find some pieces..... of love
He had my heart wrapped around his finger
I watched him take it off of his left hand
Then he threw it down in a fit of anger!
My heart feels like a thousand grains of sand!
And I'm picking up the pieces
Lord knows..it's not easy
Going through the broken parts of push and shove
'Trying to find some pieces..... of love
These sharp edges cut me to the bone
'Bleeding through each moment....of alone
I'm still picking up the pieces.......
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Face of an angel
Heart of a saint
I am sorry that boy
Made you taint
He had you wrapped around his finger
This you never did see
You thought you two would last forever
But now he has set you free
Now you are fickle
You cry at night
I am sorry he broke your heart
But I want to be your light
So please look around
I am here for you
I will never hurt you like him
All this I sware to be true
Mom's are important,
but daddy's leave an impression,
to a growing little girl
his strength is the obsession.
Sitting on his lap and kissing
his manly cheek,
remembering all the memories
of me dancing on his feet.
Wrapped around his finger like
most of daddy's little girls,
for this bond we've made
will never fade because I am
my daddy's world.
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