Her rage
She repeats it every night
withering while waiting for her knight,
“A man with great arms to bare
A man with skin that is fair,
A man whose eyes are always bloom
in the night,
A heart so big and rare,
oh how does someone compare,
hear me now take flight,
come what is right”
Yet she...
withering while waiting for her knight,
“A man with great arms to bare
A man with skin that is fair,
A man whose eyes are always bloom
in the night,
A heart so big and rare,
oh how does someone compare,
hear me now take flight,
come what is right”
Yet she...