It's not love it's just a smokescreen
Whispered in clouded judgements
Under the guise of sincerity
Fall for me my Angel, fall a little
I may catch you unawares
I'll beat my heart while your feet dance
Be careful you may just shatter your tender bones
Bite marks all over my neck and lips
A little bit tender my love
Can you hold a flame in the gustiest of winds
I'll cover you with wishes you don't need a well for
With laughs you don't derive from sadness
You see, I'm a little crazy to have to understand you
My innate needs are met by your smile
And my heart melts into cone drops of ice cream
Eating into the depths I was once scared of
I'll pinch you a goodbye till I'm your muse again
While I stay in silence and exaggerate how much you mean to me
While I make a plural of emotions that should be singular
While I make lightweight a load of loving you
You see those crimson lips are ever so mine
Like my possession have never been
But it's a smokescreen…
Dawn is here… My Love
