DERIDEUNSOCIALNOBLE
The Cid
There was this tag at my very core,
Which wasn't tailored for everyone.
In a clearer sector and an open place,
Where the blood in the vessel runs.
Berian lovers with no despair,
From one to three days of being fair.
Those killer shrieks,
Saccharine tones.
Transported by love,
With the use of our phones.
Ice embracing the sun;
Her baby blues made me soaked.
I was going through in synchrony;
The idea of myself getting cold,
My body frozen,
And my soul sweltering...
I want to give it my all for the first time.
She doesn't even have to peel down,
The facets of things I want to say.
For it will proceed down my digits,
And make her leer at these today.
Matchless fingers,
Elucidates expertise.
Any moment she will strum,
Vibration, shatter my dreams!
She is every inch the lass,
The lass I should respect.
She turned my life upside down,
Glossing over my beauteous crown.
Look for someone,
You think can precise.
Are you gifted enough,
To describe this angel in disguise?
Do not give me a lip.
Do not bawl just to rise.
I might swipe your credence-
Break your barrier as your prize.
It was never a mistake,
That I said she was perfect.
I adore her survival,
I relished and applauded.
On behalf of our ties,
And her myriad sacrifices,
This tag from my core,
Will be kept until spotted.
