BELIED WITH FALSE COMPARE

Belied with false compare
He looks at me with his his skin of stone
effort to keep his hands of me 
he looks and tells me I need to get my hair done
his veins behind his eyes see everything 
If my hair would just stay beautiful I wouldn't complain 
I wouldn't have to go through so much pain to keep up 
with all this drama in the rain
to keep in style that drives everyone wild that sees me
dark passion with lust of style is on every woman
that wants to be like me the queen that holds Dark Angels eyes
my hair is up in one big old mess every time Dark Angel 
wants to get wild in the nights of romance if you know what I mean 
the wires of true liars that keeps me wanting more of the beauty
of their styles that only last a while it's like blue road maps 
of the night that catch the eyes 
black wires upon my head like a fire of something
from the dead that is making another kinda mess
something I may have much regrets 
I have seen some black roses with red and white ones too
some perfumes is there more delight of my hair of the night
I love to hear him how much I drive him crazy 
I like the way Dark Angel speak, yet I know
music hath a far more pleasing sound when Dark Angel is around
He would tell me in his softness I never seen a goddess as you 
my queen when he treads on the ground he takes my hand 
and he spends me around my love rare as the beauty of the moon belied with false compare.

Poetic Lilly J. Emery (c)