The uprising has caught me
Stuck In my own mourning
Broken and Lonely
But since I see no friend coming
I will allow it take me.
He's riding roughly
'Wuuuuuuu uh'
I hear him scream proudly
But since I see nothing Cool
I will bid myself dance madly.
He knows how to hold one still
With broad hands grabbing unto me
He unleash a whip to kill
But since no one is saying ' let her be'
I will say 'do unto me, your will'.
His kisses are Everlasting
But not once, a moment romantic. Why?
Is the tempest so disgusting.
Maybe cos no lover is nearby
To stop his cruel fantasy.
©p..a..m
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