Guess to you
I'm just a paper crown
Sittin all soggy on the head
Of the lady of the lake
Oh no
Guess I better give Arther his sword
But it's all rusty from my tears
Crying myself the lake
That I'm the lady of
Oh no oh no
I'm just on my island
My mascara turning the lake black
Perfect place for all my nightmares to hide
I hope Arther doesn't come around
Looking for my ruby hearT
On Excaliburs hilt
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Wise Words I Never Got to Say
PoetryIn life there are many things you wish to say. But when you die, who says all the things you never got to? NONE of the pictures belong to me, all rights to original creator!
