The rain acting as the dripping blood from when you broke my heart
The thunder carrying my pain through its strong cries of sorrow
My ignorance not understanding why you hurt me
The strength of your arms wanting you to hold me
Wearing me crown still wishing you was my king
My shield, my holder, to protect me
Still fantasizing living the fairy take life
Through the days of wanting to be your wife
but dont take these feelings for lack of pride
strong and victorious i will make a lovely bride
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Posted by D. McFadden at Sunday, September 05, 2010
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