Black lipstick and piercings along
With an unfinished poem, a half written song;
Telling of love and society too,
Were I don’t fit in, except with you.
A cuddle was given when a kiss was due
Which made me smile, I was happy with you.
Days together and nights apart;
Bullets and butterflies begin to start.
So I grab my bag and make my escape;
Using cliché snoring; on an old blank tape.
In the pouring rain, down the training park,
We are together again, making love in the dark.
Waking to a cold and authority;
Taking you and grabbing me.
For smashing us apart they take my blame;
And with this I vow, I’ll do the same.
Because to them, they have been warned;
There’s nothing worse than a lover scorned.
Through the fire and silhouettes;
Ruffled hair and torn fish-nets,
You walk to me, but take your time,
I’ve took there world, like they took mine.
As you fall into my arms and into me;
Like hell it burns, for all to see.
A smile and a tear at the same time,
My hand on your chin, your forehead on mine.
Making up for the moments we missed;
And for the seconds that we never kissed.
We have no need for democracies lies,
I don’t need them now, coz I’m in your eyes.
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Submission Name: Between Sex & Democracy
