You’re Belladonna
and the I’m the little daisy.
You call me little daisy,
your own ray of sunshine,
your little hype girl.
You’ve built me up,
so I could never run.
But you’re the sun,
the rain pouring on me.
You’re the anchor,
the soil nourishing me.
You’re not wicked,
like you want to be.
You’re not wicked.
You’re just too much like me.
And I can’t tell you for fear,
you’d turn away and the game would disappear.
Oh Belladonna, you want to be THE one.
Belladonna, you want to be the poisonous sun.
Belladonna, you’ve already won.
Dawning Creations 
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