Struggling through feelings,
and trying to find meanings
In the thump of love’s pitter-pat.
--Was it clap before boom?
Or boom and then clap?
One is Eros arrows,
But the other is a wistful trap
How virtuous the heart! affirms EKG,
Yet its still pumping my brain with sinful fantasies.
How can it be a symbol of all we perceive? The bloody reality of the immaculate dream. Without it, we’ll die, But with it, we’re dead. Does it matter? We all know love is just in the head…
How can it be a symbol of all we perceive? The bloody reality of the immaculate dream. Without it, we’ll die, But with it, we’re dead. Does it matter? We all know love is just in the head…
But is anything ever real?
And is anything ever fake?
No just obstacles to be overcome
As Oedipal products of fate?
Should we sit and wait?
Our time, we’ll take,
With acceptance to given.
Man, is this it when they talked about 'livin'?
And is anything ever fake?
No just obstacles to be overcome
As Oedipal products of fate?
Should we sit and wait?
Our time, we’ll take,
With acceptance to given.
Man, is this it when they talked about 'livin'?
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