I don’t need a rhyme for that.

Beloved says my head
Destroyed says my heart
You are my wicked downfall
My destruction from the start

Those blue eyes struck through me
Crystal and honest they pleaded
He took over all me
Warm safe and needed

My heart is in your hands
It always was.

Don’t fuck with it.

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