Snow would be her skin, cold to the touch
Wouldn't keep you warm, but that ain't reason enough;

to wrap yourself up.

Oh

Hazel would be her eyes, kind to the gaze
Wouldn't be love, if you didn't wanna keep it safe;

in bubble wrap.

Yeah, cause she's, the winter storm in a burning land, the lukewarm water in the desert sand; her name is enough to light you on fire

Set ablaze in the warmth of timber, just enough comfort to soothe your slumber; her embrace takes attire.

Oh

She's the brazen synonym of love, kind and sweet
She's the morning drizzle, that never repeats
But it'll leave a mark.

Her time is short, yet she mends you up
Take all the pain, intend to leave you loved
Cause she's a cunning Lark.

She's the worst.
At. Goodbyes.
She never wears.
A. Disguise.
She breaks your heart.
Yet. When she maroons you will be craving for more.

She's the worst.
At. White lies.
She always makes.
Me. Collide.
She breaks my heart.
Yet. When she leaves why do I want her more?

She's the reason; I smile. She's a reason that; I cry. She would be reasoned but she never wants to say a word.

She's the word of; Aph-ro-di-te.
She's a mirage; that con-tra-dicts me.
She would be an dream, but I know that's a foolish thought to have.

Cause she is the worst.
At white lies
She's the best.
Kissing goodnight
But now I know that,
As she leaves I'll be craving for more...for more.

She's the worst, leaving me loved.
She's the worst, letting me run.
After her, but I know this dream is a place I'll never know.

*****

End Of A Dream