The circle of love.
I'm on my toes,
sprinting around in circles,
stuck in quick sand.
I'm chasing this wanted crook;
ayeh, I'm being tailed for the bounty on my heart,
someone's after my shadow to send me to love jail.
It's not a pride chase;
I wish it were,
it'd be easier for me to catch my prey.
I'd also know there's a reason,
why for some unknown reason,
my heart never crosses with hers;
It goes both ways...
Yet with hollow arteries,
I strive to lock hearts with a ghoul.
I dine my heart on a whiff of aroma,
never to taste or indulge in an actual feast,
at least now I know how famished my bounty hunter is;
The circle of love...