Monday, November 19, 2012

His solitary soul is so Innocent, trapped in the wild with the diligent
outdone by the enemies like he's engaged with syphilis
words don't mean a thing, out this world, my language is gibberish
I speak with a tongue of love while his mouth is trapped with the bitterness
but I guess you could say sweet and bitter create the twist like lickerish
hard to believe this really could be different
but it's hard to see what I believe with that constant rush of adrenaline

I dream of him in a never land where dreams are like learning an instrument
I condense my feet on tender glass, broken..where our love lys intimate
it's not hard to see this really could be legitimate when I seem to be like the insolent
protecting you from the flames, your heart burns from the influence

Written By Esra Chebli