Maria

May 13, 2016

Maria, Maria, such a pretty name;

So tempting, so innocent, you pull my body towards you;

Without a touch, with just a smile, you pull my ‘ttention into;

But I’m not a pig, I’m not a lion, I won’t play this losing game;

You tempt my soul, you tempt my mind, but my heart lay somewhere else;

I’ve hurt you once, won’t do it again, for I can’t give you what you need;

I’ve spoiled the fruit, so stop me now, before I kill the tree;

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