The Lady


Dear you,

It starts with a beautiful promise; You’ll be my safety and I’ll be your Lady. But then, I make you scream when I say the Love. And you make me cry when you leave me behind.

You leave me without no one to blame but me. And I keep asking why.

If only I could say it to you, “Who knows that the Lady will be easily in love with her guardian?”

 

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