| Untitled by Cynthia Lachapelle & Kelly Ferreira Your words are like a television script Constructed by a cleverer writer; Rehearsed and delilvered, my arm you grip With volume too loud, you hold me tighter. The audience can see what will happen When you forget your lines in memory. Alluring to some, to others a sin; What a slap in the face it will be. Your poor acting skills are entertaining I've seen this act several times before. To say that you love me you're refraining. I won't be a spectator anymore. Your movie is worth only a rental I love you but sorry! I'm judgmental. |
| Untitled by Cynthia Lachapelle Your words are like a television script Constructed by a cleverer writer; Rehearsed and delilvered, my arm you grip With volume too loud, you hold me tighter. This isn't the first time I've been choked down; I've seen this channel one time too many This show's been broadcasted all across town. I'd be wealthy if i gained a penny For ev'ry time I let you walk on me. Feelings to conceal and bruises to hide Under the carpet I weep the debris Of our ruined relationships; you lied To me, my body, my mind and my soul The show must be stopped, I must take control. |
| Emerald Eyes by Cynthia Lachapelle Thy eyes, as green as sweet meadow clover, Charmed my heart with purest admiration. Thy crimson lips brushed my concern over, With kisses of fervor, yet frustration. My devotion bides through the ups and downs, A wish for betrothal a timeless pledge. Tear-trimmed garlands and angel-frosted gowns; A passionate ribbon 'cross my breast's edge. Art thy love as chaste as Virginal Mary's? My dreams lost in seas of illusion Our fortune yields to the wand'ring fairies, Settled above thy cheeks of confusion. My heart and my mind are caught in a war |Thy em'ralds enchant my love for ev'rmore. |
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