Wednesday, April 8, 2009

duet


Do you see the hill? it's so stip?
I can only look up and tight my lip.
Can I make it up and will I slip.
Yes I'll, more than ones in this trip.
But I'll grip tight and hold until my finger rip.

Until you find me under RIP, baby.
My fight it's at no end; it's heavy.
It's like the wheel of time always ready.
Keep me in your mind and memory steady.
I know you will, for old time sake bridy.

I would break the walls for your lips.
I can see myself with you on the cliffs.
I have breams of me between your hips.
I can picture us again on our endless trips.
Can it be us again, now with others in our grips?

I can see you on my bed. I make you bleed.
I pick you up from underneath. I make you flied.
Ease in your lips to release your hips and plead.
Give me a taste of those lips and you squish, but I'm with greed.
I push in; now I’m inside you, don't be discreet.

I don't care who listens; I don't care who grumbles.
I love you right now, in this room full of mirrors and candles.
I move faster and harder. I ride- in you like you got handles.
We move faster with the background of scandals.
We move in a motel, in a hooky room, in my castles.

It doesn't matter as long as I'm with you.
I don't see us changing but we do; now I miss you.
I hear your call and I don't pick up; I release you.
Find your way across the rivers, across the hills. I feel you.
I’ll be ok like always but I plead for you.

I hope I didn't hurt you for life with my actions.
You know sometimes we love the wrong person with mix passions.
You know what you felt wasn't a mistake, but reactions.
Reaction to our current lives at a time of factions.
Living for the moment. Living because we were there with emotions.

What commotion when you left.
Are you and idiot, will you regret?
I see the trick in you coming out, the one who on my bed I meet.
I say hi, is nice to meet you and I’m sorry I’m offset.
Is just that I care so much for us, for our duet.