Tag: love, poem, poetry, relationships, yearning

I’m not your blue-eyed Czech,I’m just a brown-eyed girl, A little mix of rock your world,And now you’ll never be the same. You grabbed me by the hand,I grabbed you by the neck. I changed the game, and your convictions.So is it criminal to steal a heart or two?I keep them on the shelf, Like only hunters do. I like it hardI like you highI love your mouthWhen it’s on mine.I wanna hear you make that sound, Cause it’s the greatest thing around. Take it off now,Take from here.Watch your head spin When I come near,And you will lose every time,Cause I won’t stop until your mine.And they say who the hell is she?They either love me or they hate me. But still they never look away,This vixen’s gonna give you everything.