Razor Queen
She’s a Razor Queen
Cutting through my scene
Soul’s been sold
But she’s evergreen
I love her moves
I love her every way
But will she eat my heart
On our wedding day?
I’ll scream her name with my dying breath
She’ll steal my first in the next.
But should I turn this round
Kick it back to me?
Do I look for ugliness in divinity?
Will I stoke the furnace of my pain
And forge a sword
to kill love again?
Razor. Razor. Razor. Razor Queen.
Copyright © Rob Howells | Year Posted 2018
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