LowerA creature trapped in my chest Thrusts itself self-aborbedly, Breeding on itself incestuously,Lower
Screeches violently,
Throws tantrums silently. My scream yearns for a voice.
The horizon lurks there, Apparently infinite. Yet here Is my substance begging for a place: Some patch of a space. My scream wants room to be in.
Seclusion is unattainable. Solitude is a charm of past times. Company stalks you, forbidding
You to mourn yourself. The damn
Sentence of playing tougher And not having the privacy to suffer. &nb
You're too tall for me anywayYour flaws are too bare to be missed.You're too tall for me anyway
They stare at me in the nude:
The naive side of you unkissed,
Oh so easy to delude.
That selfish animal neediness
Begs me to nurture you.
Yet what you want is not my kindness,
It's just something to do.
Why am I so wholly present in your absent kisses?
Why am I the one everyone but you misses?
I know now though, you've even fooled yourself,
All your sugarcoated pretences, proudly on your shelf.
I see them, I know them, I feel them I say.
And soon I'll believe them too and realise:
Like I always told you, you'
FueraThe Mancunian purple of the skyFuera
Enchants, envious of the calm Arabian night,
But lacks the ambiance of stars, doomed by
The misty indigo clouds to be out of sight.
The oddly coloured bricks, tessellated illogically,
Pickin up the aubergine tint of the atmosphere
The wind that hovers, awaiting the disguise of night,
Before it whistles distantly, needin you to hear.
For the moment though, it merely stirs the twigs.
The picture, framed by my window.
Why's the answer not there? Not. No.
Not in the glimpses of others' lives that their windows reveal,
Not in
Chain ReactionA little touch will send a glowChain Reaction
Through her being and you can feel it
And you're a thief though you don't know
And soon you'll skillfully steal it,
You'll watch those lines, those traits that define,
That exhibit her depths with catching pleasure
And off goes that chain reaction of mine...
So selfless...ooooh so selfish
Do you really care for the explanation?
The answer is not with Him, it's with
You: in every confidence and hesitation
There are two ends to strings.
You need to learn to pull...
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make love not war
drop beats not bombs
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Sing to me
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Sing to me
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