Her pride Was like wildfire; Nonchalant.
If there's anything I've learnt about women from all these years of my existence, it's this: If a woman decides to leave, there's nothing you can do to get her back. Better learn to let go of her or you'll end up losing yourself.
She was a Queen Not to people Not to the world But to herself And that's how she rose
The world to her Was full of butterflies All she could do was chase Gone were they Within the blink of an eye
She had Heavenly eyes And An abyss inside
Her beauty rivalled The glaciers and valleys Her depth was that of An ice Berg Anger, an avalanche Cold was she Frozen were the waters So was her heart
"Wake me up" I said "From this sleep, with your love" "Close your eyes" She said Caressing my hair In our bed "Sleep now, dear and wait for me" Little did I know That I'd sleep For eternity
She's a rose As beautiful as she looks, Has her thorns Water the rose, it'll grow Pluck it out, you'll bleed
I love you so much that When I see your pretty hair I wanna mess it up And run away 🐛
Her love Was like the mystical waters The shallower they got The deeper I sank
Woman, O poised woman, You set my soul on fire Oh! That burning desire! Turn my world upside down, Give me an abstraction No, I'm not a liar I know this game isn't fair We'll either have the best time Or the worst nightmare Your astonishing class, Overwhelming sass, I can't doss. Let the chores…