Anthony Confucius

She would be my queen, I could be her king, together. She would make me cool, and we would both rule, forever. And I would never feel pain and never be without pleasure, ever, again. And if the rain stops, and everything’s dry.. She would cry, just so I could drink the tears from her eyes. She’d teach my how to fly, even cushion my fall. If my engines ever stall, and I plummet from the sky, but she would keep me high. And if I ever die, she would commission my image on her bosom, to him. Or maybe she’d retire as well. A match made in Heaven set the fires in Hell.