Her Chosen GamesbyJasperMan©
Honey I don't mean to bite,
I don't mean to break the light.
Sometimes everything seems open,
cept the times when you've kept em closed.
Now the time has come to die,
to die inside my mind.
Lolly whim was broken in,
her mad scheme overshown.
What later spoke of layers broke,
what was the mad woman thinking?
She kept her jewel locked in her heart,
she played his muse like saucy tart,
she laughed his whole in broken heart
when time came close she leaves me.
What'd you think when you thought you were free
to play these games with me.
The tide is high, soft lullybly,
I'm glad I've set you free,
to play such games with me.
Now silver spoon waxed poor and bruised,
his empty bed shall shed,
he's open up his wound.
Such times have come that games begun,
her games played simply bruise.
Bruise his heart, bruise his soul,
so much the injury most must behold.
No injury this is but damage.
What'd you think when you thought you were she,
who'll spend her days with me.
Breaking hearts will lilly farts...
go fry you selfish fiend,
I'm done with you you see.