So I stood back, looked up at the sky, and smiled
Being in a place so green made me feel new and wild
You kissed a spot on my neck and watched me squeal
Being in your arms made this all seem real
Tonight I knew what would go down
In your love, I would drown
But I wasn't to know what you wanted to do
When you said we should try something new
Hide in the woods, or down by the river
The look on your face did make me shiver
So I ran through the woods, running from you
You ran towards me, smiling as you do
Where was the way out, where the trees end?
What could I use if I needed to defend?
You laughed and laughed, and again some more
I hadn't a clue what you had in store
Scared and cold, I started to slow
It was then I realised that it began to snow
I couldn't hear you at all now, my ears ringing loud
I'd ran for so long, I knew I'd do you proud
But I cried while I ran now, tired and worn out
My makeup a mess and my lips a messy pout
I stopped and sat, sleep wasn't here to stay
When I awoke it was a bright and brand new day
Woke in your arms, you cradled me so slow
"You had a nightmare" You whispered.
"I know"
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