Dream State

Lucy

Those fiery hazel eyes
Tell lies that sound like truth
Tell the secrets of mankind
Tell the stories of youth

She knows all my flaws
She does not reprimand
She'd take me scarred and all
As long as I follow commands

She exchanges passion for some court
As she whispers sweet nothings
I swear she is an angelic sort
But she is missing her wings

My Morningstar, my sweet Lucy
She is the sweetest curse
She makes her love my duty
She's never mine but I'm always hers

She's had others before me
And even now has plenty more
She'll use me for her glory
But to be without her is a bore

Her light is fools gold, i know
Though I'll play it cool
She's my guilty pleasure
And I'm the guilty fool.