a little different thing
a secret at my garden
a flower for the spring
more beautiful then we started
this maze we've entered in
you turn me to the notions
oh.. so differently
and fist a hand full of thorns
you smile and I'm intrigued
lay a little lighter on my legs
attain me til' I'm fatigued
high walls won't hide the making
these lips won't hide their voice
so strike a bit of black
and let it be by choice ;)
~Psyqsol
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