Should Is An Empty Word He gave his trust to quickly,as he did his heart,he should have hit on me,but never ever loved.I should have warned him sooner,told him not to swoon,but my lovely demenor,took his heart too soon.He calls me his angel,but only I know the truth,that I am a enchantress,with a heart of char,and soul of too suit.
Business Meeting A pale skinned male of about 62 got out of a cab and stepped out onto the dark streets, the air caressing his face it smells like shit from the motion. Dusting off his black over coat he straightened out his hat and made his way inside this better be the right place, peter said the contact was turning the quiet little cafés handle he made his way inside and scoped the area for the tell sign blue, his eyes falling upon a brunette beauty, her hat now where- well hello Mrs. contact conveniently blue. Walking over to the table he took off his jacket and placed it behind the opposite chair, sitting down after to face the beauty too bad this is business otherwise I wouldI assume you are Rex- rather blunt today arent we (Great, another lustful pig)-Lets get to business shall we? gathering a few papers and hitting them against the table top to straighten the
Royal TriumphI am the queen of his heart,he always tells me so,showers me with love,listens to my unimportant woes,You cross your eyebrows at him and me,I cock mine back at you daringly,I see it in your eyes,The misery and pain you cover in a green disguize,I know what your thinking,been around enough times to know it to,but hes my man now,your claim denounced, you no longer dance with his same tune.You are just a peasent now, while I his reigning queen,I stole your throne while you went and messed with the other kings,it burns you up, the sucsess of my plan,I see it when we touch, you burn to rip him from me,I dare you to do suchDraw your claws of poison,I'll be ready with my septor,bare your fangs of venom,i'll be ready with a mirrorI'v already shown everyone your hues,whats to stop me now?It will just be like beforethe same everything multiplyed ten foldOur eyes lock, a heated message pass,no words spoken, barley a breathe,you scoff, I chuckle, you turn away,my triump
Designed To Be The FoolMy eyes are sureal,my heart is on a thread,who ever thought it would be this way?I had it covered,or so I had thoughtbut didnt insure my falling heart,I guess Im the fool, or most commenly said tool,I played it right,got two for my one,but then all the games,became no fun,they streched out from the portal into reality,the human fell for the angel,as it should be,but the human was engaged formally,to a deadly desease, she could not release,in the game,id just restart, but reality works diffrently,has diffrent parts,no mistakes allowedly pass,my hearts made many, my oblivion at its mass,I never thought it would get this farthis ship of mine,this falling heart,but iv always been a fool,and now I shall pay,weather it be worth it,only the designers can say...
His Might Behind My.Our PrayerAll my eye lash wishes used,with my hearts wanting as fuel,my prayers heard on mighty ears,connected hearts, so far, but so near.an although the distance burns,it just goes to show,how far our hearts will reach,how mighty his power is that we preach.
My LinkMy Link so perfect in complexion, not a blemish to be seenWith his Golden hair, Lightened from the suns kissWith his piercing eyes, hardened from experience, stolen reflections of crystalline lakesWith his chiseled face, no stranger to manhoodWith his toned body, master of the elementsWith his confident strides, full of knowledge and awareness.My Link so Humble, giving all for the needs of the people, seeking no rewardWith his willingness to help, free of charge,With his humbled nature, entitlement unknown,With his awareness, knowing all, caught off guard by none,With his reflexes, quick and calculated, never amissWith his whit, no puzzle to challenging, no mystery unsolved.My Link with his green tunic of Heroes long time past,With his Shield of bronze, adorned with the mark of his land and love,With his pouch of leather and magical string, holding the items of which he carries,With his bow, simple in matter, carrier of light and darkWith his band of power, lending the