When morning comes I will be thrusted into the cold world without a jacket. One foot on the pavement can spell my doom. But as I lay with you, a peace comes over this body of mine. Suddenly, I'm calm, your touch has soothed my soul. With your head rested upon thy chest, I don't see the hate from the world. I see visions of better livin, being the victor instead of the victum. Heavy is thy head, that wears this crown, but your touch lightens my load. As my thoughts tarry, I won't need to ask why did I get married. So queen of my heart when thou lay your head to sleep dream of us.
2 comments:
Awww I loved This Blog babe. Yea I Am A Queen So I had On My crown. Babe I Always Dream Of Us♥
I Def Know I Wont Have To Ask Why Did i Get married
Only A Tru Don Diva Can Watch Tv With A Crown On And Still Look Good While The Paparazi Is Takin Pics of me(LOL)
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