She wears black laces and red silk
She’s always pale, tries not to speak.
And all her words, so rare and sweet,
Are poetry, dark poetry.
She eats men hearts on breakfast
And drowns them into madness
She’s
Romantic than more
Romantic than more.
Dreaming
And searching for
And looking for.
She used to take all souls she met
And cause real love they’ve never had
But once she saw your handsome face
And now she cries for you and graces.
Can’t hide a part of senses
Adoring you to madness.
She’s
Romantic than more
Romantic than more.
Dreaming
And searching for
And looking for.
Romantic Girl
© Copyright: Саша Ску, 2007
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