Sometimes I wanna wear you like a cloak,
Hugging tight, as if I am cold...
Sometimes I wanna hang you on a rack,
Feeling sweaty and need some air..
At times I feel you are sweet,
And my diabetes makes me wanna eat,
At times, you are a hot 'cross' bun,
I silently drop you till someone takes the brunt.
There are times, you make me feel mushy, tear some,
And at times, you make me worrisome,
Yet few times, I feel like kidnapping you and demand a ransom.
Other times, I wanna a hold on to you and pay lump sum.
It will all be over this lifetime,
So let's do some over time...
Let us laugh, fight, **** and like
Like today is the last day left, of our lives.
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 6:29 AM UTC
Sometimes I wanna wear you like a cloak,
Hugging tight, as if I am cold...
Sometimes I wanna hang you on a rack,
Feeling sweaty and need some air..
At times I feel you are sweet,
And my diabetes makes me wanna eat,
At times, you are a hot 'cross' bun,
I silently drop you till someone takes the brunt.
There are times, you make me feel mushy, tear some,
And at times, you make me worrisome,
Yet few times, I feel like kidnapping you and demand a ransom.
Other times, I wanna a hold on to you and pay lump sum.
It will all be over this lifetime,
So let's do some over time...
Let us laugh, fight, **** and like
Like today is the last day left, of our lives.
