Blood Red by Jess Terry
i swim in the blood red waves, not noticing the monster deep within, i float on the blood red waves, while the monster comes closer, I'm sinking in the blood red wavesAuthor: Jess Terry
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i swim in the blood red waves, not noticing the monster deep within, i float on the blood red waves, while the monster comes closer, I'm sinking in the blood red wavesAuthor: Jess Terry
my rose... as the red rose in my life you are... always young... nice smelling... good looking... giving always a happiness to anyone look at you... or to anyone smell you lovely perfume... and
MO CAILIN ALAINN RUA(My Beautiful Red Haired Girl) Your hairtaken by the windblowninto flamea fiery redMedussastanding onthe edgeof thismountaina worldturned to stoneas if
Dynamic that was the fools of rhyme.Cast to earth without a dime.A pair to dance and sing a time.Hat acts were the course of life.Big time Hollywood lights.Tea bags for a comic act.Where is the
A stem with a reddish bud on, A crown among the fairest in the sun; It's the rose you all can see, That opens its flower beneath a tree. It's for you to adore and cheer, If you do care for it bei
chinese weddingtwo red candles burnthough the nightwax sizzles, drips, dripswith our red hotpassion for each otherdrips, dripsfluidly down the barthe whole nightdrips, drips, witheach pa
In a moment of silenceI ponderThinking of the pressure that I’m underShould I resort to violence? I see red like a blood thirsty vampireI feel red like a hot faced town crierIt is as if I've
I'm nervous on the sidewalk, pacing back and forthin my ruby red stilletos.(I hope I look beautiful.) I'm waiting under a full moon, in front of your apartment, eyes on my red-strapped watch.
Walking to Grandma’s house was such a choreFor nymphomaniac Little Red Riding WhoreThe woods were boring and devoid of decent menSo she had to stop to finger herself every now and againThere w
in the new washroomteaching grandchild to brush teethold toothless grannymom red with furythe mirror and the child's facered with her lipstickAuthor: john tiong chunghoo
Jingle verse enjoy. In reversed jestour game is hid - no orchestra in song, -no signature, as no fit, link, strung strongand taut traced are, for few see game addressed.The care of each theme's w
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