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when i see my fairy sulking,

because of kids who treat her wrongly,

it starts a fire in my mind

and makes me want to exhaust it.

i've lost it,

you cant treat her like shit,

she's the one,

she's the promising epitome

of everything i wish i could be.

reverent and caring,

exciteful and daring,

wonderful and bearing

all the thoughts and smiles i wish WE were sharing

but you've made her too busy,

not caring,

unwanting and glaring,

because of you're snide stupid comments,

ignorant about her comet.

i know for a fact, sooner or later,

you'll be wanting to ride her tail

wishing you could get some tail

from that beautiful person you disrespected

because of the skewed perspective

from your bruised-contused-ego-deflating muse

thats waiting to abuse any views that she would choose

to share with you.

you've lost it,

and this fire in my mind is going to burn your scene

waiting for my chance to blow off this steam,

and ream your ass out for being so mean,

and unclean, in your head.. with your dirty mind

and perverted paradigm, you cant see the sign,

showing how divine this diva is in my eyes.

so once i clear this smoke out of my brain

by this fire, generated by your mire,

you'll see my desire

to see you suffer with lack of trust from her

and when she takes off you'll be left in the dust from her.

she wont die when you say you dont believe in fairies,

because i'll always be clapping to keep her merry,

and if she stops thinking happy thoughts,

i'll be her support because i give her madd props