You're an honest moralist
You trace me with your pretty fingers
I'm a pure terrorist
Your thoughts are rising like a revolution
A specialist bound by romance
Long fingernails got you erect
An egoist who wants to confirm love
I want to struggle on
You keep yourself at a distance
Ah before i get lost in myself
Is it okay to love, too? In the shaking night
It's good as it is more deeper
At those almost maddening lips i've gotten used to melt together
I am your vanilla
'You're so affected' You're cool like plastic
With hot looks like an ecologist
Those burning kisses are irritating
Your distorted face is
Oh, i'll do it myself
Is it okay to love too? In the shaking night
It's good as it is more faster
The almost painful lips i've gotten used to are just words
You and i are not burning love
Ah if we welcome how many mornings
Ah will the nights probably stop
Ah scatteres in the sky
Ah white flower surround us and die
Is it okay to love, too? In the shaking night
It's good as it is 'I've seen a tail'
It's almost embarrassing i've fallen for you
A crew sees cring knees
I wanna need. Not betry!
Is it okay to love, too? In this shaking night
Is it as good as it is more you are
As those almost maddening lips i've gotten used to melt together
You are vanilla
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We are prisoners of our own desires.
Well.... I-I did not actually wished to do this. But my friend said I should keep my poems in here . Since most of them are in paper and tend to get lost .
Technically this is just a place were my old and new poems shall reside.
Just to answer
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