More than just a cliché
Mute teddy bears,
Gold wrapped Godiva,
Are too far
to speak my love out,
If you wonder what it’s all about,
Decipher it baby, it’s not bizarre.
Just you and me,
we’re meant to be,
But these lines are
too easy for my guitar,
‘Cause we’re more than just a cliché.
Candle light,
and a plate for two,
It’s nothing new,
A bottle of wine
‘Oh will you be mine?’
Seems like déjà vu.
Just you and me,
we’re meant to be,
But these lines are
too easy for my guitar,
‘Cause we’re more than just a cliché.
Paper hearts,
Candy floss, red roses et al,
is so plastic - Barbie doll,
I’ll pour some sugar on you,
not sickly sweet and the overdo,
Just enough to know, that I’ll catch you when you fall.
Just you and me,
we’re meant to be,
But these lines are
too easy for my guitar,
‘Cause we’re more than just a cliché.
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8:47 PM by ChronicP!nk
If lovers live forever,
are you and I immortal?
Would you bloom at night
if the sun was out?
Why isn’t it ever understood that birth control helps saving the unborn from this world of filth?
If less is more -
Why aren’t you ever satisfied with the green on your side?
Do windows suffer
from an inferiority complex when they see a door?
If no two finger prints match,
Have you checked to believe so?
Do the sheep feel cold
when you’re wearing a sweater?
are you and I immortal?
Would you bloom at night
if the sun was out?
Why isn’t it ever understood that birth control helps saving the unborn from this world of filth?
If less is more -
Why aren’t you ever satisfied with the green on your side?
Do windows suffer
from an inferiority complex when they see a door?
If no two finger prints match,
Have you checked to believe so?
Do the sheep feel cold
when you’re wearing a sweater?
When your mouth waters with lust,
can you still taste my love?
Why is there racism
if black makes a statement?
Is the lipstick on your collar - a message
for me, or just plain ignorance?
Why would you give my heart an ailment
when my blood is so pure?
If I play dead,
will you play mourn?
If I sleep with you,
will you call me your virgin tomorrow?
Are you a sadist
if you smile at a rainbow’s perpetual
frown?
Why is there racism
if black makes a statement?
Is the lipstick on your collar - a message
for me, or just plain ignorance?
Why would you give my heart an ailment
when my blood is so pure?
If I play dead,
will you play mourn?
If I sleep with you,
will you call me your virgin tomorrow?
Are you a sadist
if you smile at a rainbow’s perpetual
frown?
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It's been yesterday
6:08 PM by ChronicP!nk
Melancholic dampness -
a sponge as her front
covets her expected.
The expected.
Her prerogative snatched,
she sits aside.
Through the valley
of her shuddering limbs,
recoiling in pain
her purblinded eyes
notice the pestle:
In the corner
a sacrificial beast awfully de-hearted,
silently lime-lit,
stoning the leaves.
Treacherous leaves.
A poisoned palette leaves her be.
From womb to Welkin
unswerving she leaves.
with the leaves.
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