My Cardboard Balcony

This Wasn't Meant by Belinda Roddie This wasn't meant to happen overnight; I thought that it would take a week or two, just so I could make each little thing right and I could get that much closer to you. Before the sun even began to set, you said you wanted to go home with me, and now that you are sleeping in my bed, euphoria's turned to epiphany: I never thought that this would move so fast, and, come to think of it, I'm pretty scared. Did I love you that much to make it last, or would I make a mess if I so dared to whisper such a loaded word today? I don't know if that's a price I can pay.

Just drink the magic potion, dear and you will have it made. All golds and silvers of the world will at your feet be laid. You'll wear a crown and have a throne - and a beautiful queen, too. Everyone will adore you, and they'll always remain true. Just drink the magic potion, dear, and this dream will be yours. I swear it's not a poison that will fill your blood with spores.