Tears, sobs, no abeyance, none.
Smiles, happiness, no bounds, none. Cook me a heart, Boil me a soul.
Love me, take me, complete, whole.
Perfect, vague, obscure, precise.
The only thing that would ever suffice.
Bake me a smile, Stir me a tickle.
Lay sanity into life - fickle.
Psycho - they dubbed him, belongs to me.
Declares adjourn, can i let him be?
Psycho - mine, i love him so.
Buries desires, is gratified though.
Psycho - life, sun, hope.
Breath, soul, kryptonite, dope.
3 comments:
really flagrant, this blog.
i'm sure had you been in US, you'd hve been wearing black make up and black nail paint. Its called Gothic (just in case) and http://www.freewebs.com/gothicinside/theseducers.htm
Really well written and great percieving power. I could connect to it.
Nostalgia for me ... tempus fugit ...
imagining the intensity of love..
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