Thursday, January 27, 2011

Rhyme 4

You're the apple of my eye
My sun in the sky
Skin of a goddess
I can't help the itch
To touch, to kiss
No one warned me
Wear your heart on your sleeve
You must take heed
Of weathering
With no rules to obey
And no words to say
How what goes on inside
Is stronger than the tide
I lose all control
Yet I still pay the toll
For all that's said and done
...But you're still the one.

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