Retrohorny.

Purple Puppy

After all your desire has past.
You will find a love we call retrohorny.
So your heart can still beat at a glance.
Maybe you'll juxtaposition me.
You now have the elegance and innocence.
My heart is your trophy.
Living for another's satisfaction, pleasure and whim.
Slowly whisper to him.
That's how you will appear always.
And your apparent passion never be phased.
By your past mirror reflections.
And those couldn't give a step toward their own fate to help you.
Now the ones who love you do.
And they raise you in your spirit, because you are worth so much more.
In this game, you incur a hand-in-hand in friendship for you to walk on course.
Kiss the pilot in your dreams, he is your brain without disease.
Tell it straight, tell it please.
Know that magic often leads.
To places where if you don't respect they bleed.
Just as you plant the seed, the bottom drops out and the rains seize all your lightning.
And all your staunch decrees arrogantly make up for it by becoming soft pleas.