I love you; sleep with me
Have my baby, be my lady
Then unto plans of us together
You have my heart, my soul to please
My candle light, my heart beat drum
Air to blow dust off, drawing boards
These blue prints, are back to be used
We will make it, yours and mine
And stitch two torn clothes together
As one, in pair, as one entangled in melt
Suddenly, lungs that breath
Revolt, the night sunset is absent too
Then eye to eye, into eye for an eye
And ping-pong ***** does exchange bats
On table tops
Common grounds
Is without listening ears
Where did love go all wrong
Then skeletons in cupboards
All fall out
Sep 1, 2010
Sep 1, 2010 at 2:08 PM UTC
I love you; sleep with me
Have my baby, be my lady
Then unto plans of us together
You have my heart, my soul to please
My candle light, my heart beat drum
Air to blow dust off, drawing boards
These blue prints, are back to be used
We will make it, yours and mine
And stitch two torn clothes together
As one, in pair, as one entangled in melt
Suddenly, lungs that breath
Revolt, the night sunset is absent too
Then eye to eye, into eye for an eye
And ping-pong ***** does exchange bats
On table tops
Common grounds
Is without listening ears
Where did love go all wrong
Then skeletons in cupboards
All fall out
Poetry from: www.poetrysoundbites.blogspot.com