The jungle inside is bursting to life,
scraping new critters so wild,
carving their features in my mind.
I’m just trying to memorize,
their colors are so bright,
I’m helplessly hypnotized.
I just wanted to know
how nice it could be
to be able to grow
in my own truly me.
Greedy grasping nails cutting deep and never to let go.
The need is strong, for your smell, your skin to adore.
Your eyes I keep looking for, in every corner of this world.
This need is burning so deep I wonder if I’ll wake dust on the floor.
Please, come and fix it with handy tools of love.
The big house, under the tree and around, is yellow and green like the sun in a pea.
There’s a garden with flowers and teas, chairs up the trees and a huge bumblebee.
Its name is Arold and flies in the sea, catching dragons and turtles to feed.
Every moon has a shadow to conceal a big house and a huge bumblebee.
you could protect us or make this manly world safe from you
it’s not a real need of you when it’s you who makes it scary and unsecure.
let’s hope this will be the future, safe for us to be as we wish, as you wish.
so maybe it’s not meant to be and you can drop the other shoe,
you know, the glass one.
just, throw it away and start another coffee and a book.
It’s the beauty in the sparkles
thousand sparkles shine so bright
sparkles of my broken mind
like the last flames in your womb
while the orgasm still comforts
shattered pieces of me rattle free
so frightening this feeling inside
it could be me drowning to survive.
I don’t care if you’re not fit enough, I care only for your eyes.
That spark deep down your look that brings me there and I forget myself.
Your hunger makes me want and I must have, but waiting, well…
Waiting makes me think and troubles me so much that I must have.
Just the right words, just the right glaze and I’m yours, all of myself, given.
It doesn’t matter if the time goes by, I don’t care about the older us.
One promise I need from you, and are not the rings or the kids to bring.
Always want me so much that I’ll always lose myself in your arms.
Hold on to my silly me
’cause it’s real, it’s the deal
all my In!Se!Cu!Reties!
wrapped up in a gift.
Should I leave and reveal?
I don’t trust you anymore
That is blasting sure!
I’m giving up,
surrender on the ground,
bless your touch,
don’t count on me.
I’m never been in this,
it was just the breeze,
the summer heat,
the nicest dream.
Those years were hard,
those days so dark,
my fears my trap,
I fought for you.
Let me disappear,
lose myself inside
the days to come
the neverminds.
In the crispy air the loudest song,
chilling my dreams, waking my thoughts.
Could you save my heart from running wild?
Could we stay free in this fading time?
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