Saturday, July 25, 2009

a moment to be real ?

shit lah . Kimmy Poopypants.

i feeeeeel miserabble . i mean like serious .

fuck it . i suck . iam running dry . i need new poems to keep me going . i need to dream again
i wanna feeel you baby . make me fly . fly high so high that the sun will burn my wings away and i`ll fall into your arms . hold me close for thats the only thing i wanna do right now . i wanna be the one that you think of . your drug . love a chemical so widely misunderstood . i stand before it . confuse and tired . sick of it really . i keeep coming back for more cause i want you . i really do .


stop this fucking addiction god , iam dancing on your mighty palm .
Pull my strings ....
A puppet i may be .
i long to be real
real to feel whats life
real to feel love again
real to taste your lips
push me aside as you wish
keeep me hanging by your thread
i`ll wait for the day for the wish
the wish of being real once again .


god , that sucked . ARGH ...

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