Delusional lies

August 6, 2017

Once upon a time there was a lie and then another

and another they said how I was so down And cleaning gutters

How I dreamed of being a wife to be

But with all honesty I just wanted to be free

so sure he fell in love

After my crazy fairies did there magical stuff

And when seasons would change there would be that time when he'd know me jut enough

I'd give him what he wants

You know my fruit and all that junk

so that I could live my life ,while also living in his

I didn't want the fancy life

I just wanted a way to do more

So once upon a time they lied about this thing called love

More like an opportunity and pretending to drunk on love

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