I'm spilling my heart,
In poetic art.
The one I love,
Is my sweet dove.
He cares for,
Me even when I'm sore.
He sweeps me off my feet.
Open's door's for me so I can have a seat.
When he's grounded,
I feel impounded.
I just want a call,
From my sweet baby doll.
I feel,
So sad and unreal,
When I'm bound,
Up and I can't hear a sound,
From his voice, I'm lost,
With exhaust,
I just want you next to me again without sin,
I love you so,
I hope you know. |
