I don’t need tame or fame
All I want is a baby
Nineteen letters for the lady who sits naked in the lobby
Love is for her, she is mad or perhaps, love is far
I am born in blue, A place where rules are broken
I broke them
Eat me, feed me, but you don’t look like the type
And you are not trying
Next Saturday was his wedding
Keep me in the dark, save me from unknown pains, we were never meant to be
A different way of loving, and holding me.
Sadly we have our smiles born out of sheer knowledge of blissful memories
Stop! Be careful
Let me go please, I am floating, dancing while the music plays from afar
He held me and danced for a long time, I pray it does not end soon
FIFA on TV, you left me for a shy introverted complex bisexual
I am mad, thanks to my mother
Light me some cigarettes, nose rings and earrings and pussy rings! Let me be your bride.
Don’t betray me, don’t be my Delilah
The world and I are in a race, sometimes she outruns me, but most of the time, I am faster; an unending race of comings and goings
Don’t betray me, don’t be my Delilah
Portray me, be my deliverer
I don’t want reign or fame, all I want is a baby.
Sixteen poems for the lonely, red sticks for the heavy
Love is a word for sad people or a drug for people who are torn