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Not Tamed
I am who I am
I've only changed a bit, this girls colors are still the same
I might be his girl, and he's my guy
And though I might act and try
I'm not tame
I'm not the same
Not on the outside
But deep down in a place I hide
I'm still the Beast
Quietly waiting for release
One step forward two steps back
Someday this Beast will break free and will attack
You come close and I simply dance away
I am not made, designed or meant to stay
Though I love you there are some things about me you'll never know
Know or understand, for secrete way to control me, the Beast, is a secrete I will never let go
In my dreams I have fangs, claws to scratch and bite
Underneath the surface of this harmless looking girl is a Beast built to fight
You want to dance along
But can you keep up to with the pace of the Blue Beast Girl's song?
Wild, Fast, Fiery, Frantic, Free
That's the Beast's melody
Come dance with me
Let us see if you can keep up with the Beast in me
I've only changed a bit, this girls colors are still the same
I might be his girl, and he's my guy
And though I might act and try
I'm not tame
I'm not the same
Not on the outside
But deep down in a place I hide
I'm still the Beast
Quietly waiting for release
One step forward two steps back
Someday this Beast will break free and will attack
You come close and I simply dance away
I am not made, designed or meant to stay
Though I love you there are some things about me you'll never know
Know or understand, for secrete way to control me, the Beast, is a secrete I will never let go
In my dreams I have fangs, claws to scratch and bite
Underneath the surface of this harmless looking girl is a Beast built to fight
You want to dance along
But can you keep up to with the pace of the Blue Beast Girl's song?
Wild, Fast, Fiery, Frantic, Free
That's the Beast's melody
Come dance with me
Let us see if you can keep up with the Beast in me
Published 16th Dec 2012
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17th Dec 2012 3:34am
Faster on your feet for the one who can match you in the streets? I like this piece. Feels like your beast got to feed better because between the sheets you finally got complete.
A good opening, to show that you found your stand, but like a wonder scan to understand you won't undersit just because you found a man. A strong stance to slay.
"You came close and I simply dance away
I am not made, designed or meant to stay
Though I love you there are some things about me you'll never know
Know or understand, for secret way to control me, the beast is a secrete I will never let go"
This one seeps out a bleeding bit like a raindrop from a willow stalk, pillow talk, like what from the brain pops when two partners gush and push and rush... and after the body blush the rain won't stop. The verse flows through like a drifter man's blues.
It feels bolder where the roaming rover part fits. Oversit. Understand. Like you roll with shit like a hungry man. It starts to close, this part of the prose, like you came complete.
But then got bright and tight, showing teeth and bites past the resume to slay. That's where the heat gets right! Thank you for writing this prose!
A good way to make the head explode. Spinal scalping like a full vinyl album in one good nightshow.
A good opening, to show that you found your stand, but like a wonder scan to understand you won't undersit just because you found a man. A strong stance to slay.
"You came close and I simply dance away
I am not made, designed or meant to stay
Though I love you there are some things about me you'll never know
Know or understand, for secret way to control me, the beast is a secrete I will never let go"
This one seeps out a bleeding bit like a raindrop from a willow stalk, pillow talk, like what from the brain pops when two partners gush and push and rush... and after the body blush the rain won't stop. The verse flows through like a drifter man's blues.
It feels bolder where the roaming rover part fits. Oversit. Understand. Like you roll with shit like a hungry man. It starts to close, this part of the prose, like you came complete.
But then got bright and tight, showing teeth and bites past the resume to slay. That's where the heat gets right! Thank you for writing this prose!
A good way to make the head explode. Spinal scalping like a full vinyl album in one good nightshow.
17th Dec 2012 3:54am
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- Edited 16th May 2018 00:00am
12th Feb 2013 11:32am
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