26 Jan 2010

before she whispered
i care i care,
i ran through stubborn thorned forests
Ignoring the painted signs,
beware beware,
a great crimson fox
who's legs stood tall locked
i stare i stare,
the nights got colder , we gathered wood
and we sat by fire ,he whispered to me
shes a liar, a liar 
I stroked his fur coat for it was all that 
was there to embrace,
but when i stumbled back it was all to late
she had left no trace
you see i left that tricky fox no tip,
and if you dont pay him well
hel drag you to hell nevermind that
thorned forest of love,

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