He sits in front of the black piano
And plays a nightly tune...
A butterfly with midnight wings;
It only comes out when darkness sings...
I always was a little princess,
With a halo placed above my head...
You always had that special gift,
A true talent: making people laugh...
Wrinkles on his tender skin,
Eyes that are blue and yellow...
The dance hall inside is jumpin';
A real wild night they've got goin' on...
The golden bridge stands directly above the water.
Waves splash around fiercely, flooding the sand...
Eight thousand miles between you and I,
Waving with tears each time we say goodbye...
December used to be my favourite month,
Bitter coldness was such an attraction...
Don't come too close, or I may snap;
My heart in somewhat weak...
Yellow fangs, so very grotesque,
This can't be real, must be a burlesque...
I wrote this for my English class...