In her mind She is the playful girl,
That in my mind she should be.
Not knowing of the evil,
She's created inside me.
Not knowing she can't be protected,
Even by the God above her.
Not knowing the black inside my mind,
When I tell her I love her.
Not knowing the darkness that love brings,
Not knowing that when I'm near her,
That thoughts lie beyond her own dress,
And there's anything to fear.
Not knowing that she's more than a girl,
Not knowing that she's an angel.
Not knowing we are both victims,
Of her fearsome, unknown danger.
2006-11-28
08:45:06
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