He had the grace of a grand piano His melodies going in harmony with her playful mind But she thought she knew the song that his intentions played As she went along, dancing to false prophets... Utter lies
The mind games proceeded, and the more she danced along The music got to her heart and down she fell when the bass dropped His melodies got deeper and serenaded was she Volumes pounded and pounded... It just did not stop
The slow tempo began Her shield began to crumble, and her clothes disappeared Her voice became his chorus, her plea became his ending Oh, sweet melodies got distant, fading into silence
The song ended and she has been played But he... Turned the next page
— Nanda Regine
From "Inside Her Roses"
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