Seventh Celestia Caught In A Web
Tall girl - brown hair,
Looked just like all the rest,
Might be average,
But I'm confused I love here,
Is it my head? I just can't think now,
It seems that I am caught in a web...
Is it my head? I just can't think now,
It seems that I am caught in a web...
I turned away,
Hid - but she saw me,
It was childish,
Hiding in a wardrobe,
It seemed like a
good idea at the time...
Is it my head?...
What the hell should
I do from now on?
I can't do this,
Run away forever,
It seems simpler
to buy a hat and grow a beard
Is it my head?...
But I turned round - plucked up my courage,
I kneeled down and held out my hand and
She laughed loudly - ruffled my hair and
I sighed deeply - I'll never wash that, it
smells like perfume - I need her dress now,
I turned round and my friends were laughing.