2 August 2012
I pick you up, To let you down, I spin you, Round and round and round.
I give you happiness, And joy, But then you find, You were just a toy.
I take away, All your fears, But whisper phobias, In your ear.
I give you life, A reason to live, But really, It's not mine to give.
Riddle Me That • Opuss № I