|
Clark Anne |
|
Joined Up Writing |
|
True Love Tales |
|
Lve is all we need - you said |
|
As you hold me in the confidence of your bed |
|
Tomorrow's turned into today instead! |
|
And I wake each morningfeeling so ashamed |
|
Having fallen to emotions that we both named |
|
How shallow now all that rubbish seems |
|
Hearts once full are bleeding dreams |
|
Dreams that were reality |
|
Have now brought out the worst in me |
|
I don't want a part in this |
|
The stinging touch, the poisoned kiss |
|
The alibis to keep us close |
|
The lies you spit when I need you most |
|
Love is just a paradox |
|
He loves me, he loves me not |
|
A basic human nedd is such |
|
To be able to destry with just one touch |
|
A stinking filthy trick i'd say |
|
One day the prey |
|
Love is just a heart disease |
|
And no cure can make this aching ease |
|
But I'll tranquilise myself from that |
|
Let fit emotions turn to fat |
|
Let care and concern not breed here |
|
I've had and seen them disappear |
|
Tear stained eyeswillnot be seen |
|
When to touch is nothing more then obscene |
|
To fuck it seems is the only word |
|
The ability to love seems so absurd |
|
Absurd because we know we lie |
|
Laughing at it all as someone cries |
|
One day I may find it quite amusing |
|
How touch and tongues make life so confusing |
|
Love was all we needed - it's dead |
|
As the sheets grow cold on your big bad bed |
|
Tomorrow's not important - it's dead |
