Like a moth to the flame
She plays at your game
Constantly searching for the glory and the fame
Never acknowledging that you like to maim.
She stands before you
So confident it's untrue
But there's a secret she hides and it's turning her blue
Keeping it locked away... You have no clue.
With every touch she tenses
There's a fear inside ... You sense it
You stop the pretence
It's too much she breaks her silence.
Finding out your lovers deepest darkest fear
Like a shot through the heart with a spear
As you kneel before her wiping away her tears
Trying to reassure she doesn't need to hide her fears.
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