Living everyday ordinary life for that moment, that single perfect moment of happiness, of big great emotion that pump the universe in your heart and give you the strenght to keep living the rest of it.
He doesn’t really talk to me
and I can’t stand the chat
’cause I need words
to tie me up wrapped
and leave me breathless.
Flames burn my mind
looking for their way
through my heart
to my womb
to chase the fears away
and let me be just great!
So you’d like me to beg for a touch, for a hug or embrace,
But I won’t, I would die first and then deny it.
I’ve got too many wounds and too many stitches to take care of your needs, but I’d like to, maybe.
I’m a superstar stepping out the stage, when she takes off the make up, trying to forget.
Don’t mention my needs, ’cause you don’t even know what to think about it.
Shake then, shake your body and go to hell, just for a month or two and send me the postcard baby, I’d appreciate it!
Sweet the thorns when you hold my rose, just hold it tight and you can keep the spines with you.