He said release me from my cold hearted blues. Come on darling, won't you be my muse.
You see I'm down on my knees and my soul is bleeding. Both me and my instincts could need some leading.
Take my hand and guide me through. All these hardships ruins and makes me blue.
Darling, you're one bloody sensation. Come, my love - be my final salvation.
2 comments:
Hi Milly.
Nice Shirt. Muse = Amazing.
Thanks for liking my Milly poem. It kinda sucked when i thought you hated it. :)
Sweet, i like your Milly style. ;)
aw thanks! You're too kind :)
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