I'm resting here quite regally,
The feature of the table.
Surrounded by potatoes that
I'd taste if I were able.
My subjects, scrubbed and beaming,
Circle round the royal platter.
They seem to be adoring me,
But something is the matter.
See me basking in the candlelight,
My skin so nicely tanned.
The reason for this treatment,
I do not understand.
While I'd love to peck that dish of corn
And gobble down a berry,
I find this jolly atmosphere
To be a trifle scary.
It's the way you say I love you and the way you hold my hand.
There's just so much about
The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
Sit up straight, speak with grace
Be a lady, fashionably late.
Always walk tall,
The answer lies true in my heart,
So if I tell you, will you tear it apart?
Or wi
The hate that I feel inside for you
For all the crappy things you have put them through
F- Friends are precious gifts
R- Rare and hard to find
I- Invisible when life is
I'm so sorry I missed your birthday.
A special day, I know it's true.
But birthda
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
Turmoil covers my eyes and my heart.
It never leaves me in day or dark.
Combat ch
It seemed like a good idea at the time,
But looking back now I cringe just a little.
