𝔹𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖, 𝕓𝕪 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕠

𝗖𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿

You don't even need to try.

Even if it's only a lie,

Just a whisper from you

And I'm dancing in blue

My heart could quake,

Oh how it lies in your wake. . .

When your enchanted eyes meet mine,

I have no power

I'm left to your mercy

Utterly helpless,

Completely naive

But oh you

Your love covers and conceals

All that I hope may be lies

And what may lead to tender joy's demise,

Your love keeps away from me. . .

Is it truly setting me free?

From the pain?

Or are you pursuing me due to your being vain?

I wish we could be.

Knowing,
Margo.