I don't know how to love
without wanting more.

I don't know how to swim
when there is no shore.

I don't know if there's an after
when the present is sculpted from before.

I won't know love
if love is nothing but lore.

I'd still love her with all her flaws
She is mine not yours
For her I'd break down many doors
She is mine not yours
**** your rules, **** your laws
Cos’ she is mine not yours
They say I am under a curse
Well she is still mine not yours
They say fighting for her is not a just cause
But she is still mine not yours
And for her my domino would always fall
Because she is mine and not yours.

If I gave you my heart on a big silver platter
would you sit with me here at the edge of the moon
Arranging the stars in a musical pattern
singing along as they whistle their tune

Then could we climb up a peppermint tower
counting each stripe that we touched as we rose
Looking out over the valley in slumber
trying to guess the sweet dreams that they chose

Maybe then sail on an ocean of petals
riding each wave made of marigold leaves
Dropping our anchor just next to the garden
tied to a web that an old spider weaves

Or we might pick up a brush filled with laughter
painting a kite on the chuckling skies
Run with the string as a masterpiece follows
chasing a tail laced with blue butterflies

Kiss in a rainstorm of umbrella whispers
splashing in puddles reflecting your smile
Wake up the sun as it snoozes till lunchtime
rest in the shade holding hands for a while

If I gave you my heart on a big silver platter
showing you life is a beautiful view
Promising all you could ever imagine
would you give me your heart on a big silver platter… too

We rush things up skipping the foreplay
I obey all your commands, as you are the only one with words to say
Your legs arched up, move in a dramatic sway
You tell me to keep hitting it, because you like it this way

Telling me you are ready
I slide into you, making love to you steady
The beating on the zinc roof indicates the rain is quite heavy
And you whisper slowly into my ears, ‘that’s it baby’

The cold from the weather could not overcome the heat
From the *** we had, after moving to the dining seat
I should ask for your name, in case of the next time we meet
This shouldn't be a fling, rather it should be kept on repeat.

I am weak
Simply because I can't find what I seek
What I seek is not something that's bleak
It takes the form of a solid, bulky and thick
From a selection I was asked to pick
Not to slow to act, always think quick
From the start of the day, till the end of the week
Climbing up a smooth mountain at a bid to reach the peak

Sometimes late at night I start to feel sick
I feel it inside of me as it begins to kick
I was told not to utter a word, don't even speak
But I was dying inside, as my strength began to deplete.

It takes the form of a solid, bulky and thick
The thing I seek might be a little bleak
And because I won't find what i seek
I would always continue to remain weak