Your words, they sounds so sweet
telling me terrible tales of truth
inviting me to believe, to partake
and I do.
Oh your honey-stricken words,
I could get lost in their smooth sounding songs, in your sighs
speak to me stranger, lover, friend -
I'm hanging on to every breath you breathe.
Take me, move me with your tales
even if they're not true
especially if they're not true
spin me those soft soothing whispers, surrender your mind and your musings
and don't fret darling
they're safe with me, beside me
we're safe here.
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