When i look not, she stares our way.

For she yearns for you from afar.

It's for my demise that she doth pray.



I smell the envy everyday,
at the setting of the nearest star.
When i look not she stares our way.

She searches for the perfect thing to say
to you to set her score just under par
It's for my demise that she doth pray.

When you enter i see her swoon and sway
as you approach me like a drunkard to a bar.
When i look not, she stares our way.

The scent of my perfume causes you to delay
and give into the male that you are
It's for my demise that she doth pray.

My arms wrap round you where they shall stay,
and on her face our happiness forms a scar.
When i look no she stares our way.
It's for my demise that she doth pray.

02/19/2005

Posted on 02/07/2009
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