Monday, 5 April 2010

My world, my world

I need to sleep
I need a hug
Not a lover of a bug.

I care for me
I care for thee
I do not care for society.

If love be all
Then I want you
If not, then pass me my Jimmy Choo.

I walk to break free
From you and me
I stop to see,
What do people love to be?

I want to kiss
Like a freak on the road
I want to dance
Like a stripper on pole.

Roll on the drums
Paper rockets afloat
The sound of my world
Is better than this rote.

I want to throw paints of gold
Splash my world in tints of mould
Hang on a rope and sing for my life
For the truth pierces like the blade of a knife.

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