she makes me want to blush
but she makes me want to smash things
she makes me feel like I can fly
gives me wings so I can move past things

she is my hell
she is my dungeon
in which I tend to yell
but my love for her I simply cannot spell

once again she coresses me
a massage I can't resist
whispering lies to me, enamored
it causes my truth to bend and twist

she is my shelter
she is my home
spanning the distance that I tend to rome...