And you dress in style to hide your secret
But you’ve got no choice
You’re tied up with a bow and arrow
Hi I'm Helga and this is my poetry blog
And you dress in style to hide your secret
But you’ve got no choice
You’re tied up with a bow and arrow
I can see you, I can feel you
I can see when you hold me tight
You feel me, I feel you when we’re alone
So when the other nights come around
Then I’m feeling like a girl again!
I stepped into your feet, and left all this in the dust
Damn those damn mirrors, I tried to forget
That it’s not real
I’m in a trance and I can see today that everything is green.
Previous weeks feeling old
Left nowhere to turn.
Excuse me
Repeat for every morning,
That is why marriage is so hard to beat,
It’s not dropping like drops,
It’s failing to ten streams of love
Knock knock in the rain, I must refuse
Knock knock in the rain, I must not lie
Knock knock in the rain, I must pick my battles
Every day, I’m so alone
With emptiness on my mind
The nights get more complicated
Just holding onto you
I was known as an aggravated artist
Seen through my art diploma
Now I’m awake I see
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I will be with you and I will be home to your head
I will be there when you go