Have you ever met a female serpent? No, her hair is not always long or shine like silk with smooth skin like milk, her eyes are not blue or burn with flames and no she’s not wearing a red dress, but believe me when I tell you this they come in all different sizes. Have you ever met a female serpent? For me it was her smile and those eyes, those eyes, those eyes, it was as if she was speaking to me subliminally, her eyes speak silently but yet so loud, it was as if she was saying "take me", I want you to want me, but somehow I felt like I needed her, I used to think a female serpent was just beauty, but this one was mental, she loves to play mind games, with mind fields inside your own damn mind, and her favorite violin is your heart strings, I was playing a game I would not win, her love spell got me pin and deep within like Adam I knew this was more than just a snake bite. Why dangerous things are so beautiful? Ready and willing to give my heart to be place on a cross, but that’s not the worst part she refuse to let me go or let me die, keeping me half pass dead, playing tricks with my head. Have you ever met a female serpent that would make even God repent? Her rain of broken hearts knew no ends, she don’t want to break you just only a little pass bend, see broken bones will heal but a broken spirit is hard to mend, it would have been better to have a ghost for a friend because a female serpent heart is made out of ice, so the next time you see a beautiful woman you might just want to think twice. She's My Serpent by Richard Thompson is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License. |
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