Soft
Soft as the winter's snow
Is how he wants to be perceived
You agree but miss the sheath
Of solid ice hidden beneath
He holds you with a cinder passion
And he fans the fire in your heart
You want to give the world in return
To forever let your love burn
Tender kisses exchange your lips
And gifts of candy and jewelry exchange your hands
You call him Mr. Perfect, or even Sir Prize
But you fail to see the danger right before your eyes
A tender grip seems to constrict
The term whore becomes one of endearment
As you kneel on the floor, longing for what is now missed
The only kisses that you get are from your lover's fist
Growing tired of abuse, you stand up for yourself
You run into your closet and get a box down from the shelf
Then you put on your mascara and pink stilletto heels
And feed him gunpowder for his final meal
Copyright © 2009
Is how he wants to be perceived
You agree but miss the sheath
Of solid ice hidden beneath
He holds you with a cinder passion
And he fans the fire in your heart
You want to give the world in return
To forever let your love burn
Tender kisses exchange your lips
And gifts of candy and jewelry exchange your hands
You call him Mr. Perfect, or even Sir Prize
But you fail to see the danger right before your eyes
A tender grip seems to constrict
The term whore becomes one of endearment
As you kneel on the floor, longing for what is now missed
The only kisses that you get are from your lover's fist
Growing tired of abuse, you stand up for yourself
You run into your closet and get a box down from the shelf
Then you put on your mascara and pink stilletto heels
And feed him gunpowder for his final meal
Copyright © 2009
