Wicked game

The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.
I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you.
And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you.

No, I don't want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I don't want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
With you (This world is only gonna break your heart)

What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way.
What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you.
What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way.
What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you and,

I want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
With you.

The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.
I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you.
And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you,

No, I want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)
With you (This world is only gonna break your heart)
No, I... (This world is only gonna break your heart)
(This world is only gonna break your heart)

Nobody loves no one.





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A ha

We're talking away
I don't know what
I'm to say I'll say it anyway
Today's another day to find you
Shying away
I'll be coming for your love, OK?

Take on me, take me on
I'll be gone
In a day or two

So needless to say
I'm odds and ends
But that's me stumbling away
Slowly learning that life is OK.
Say after me
It's no better to be safe than sorry

Take on me, take me on
I'll be gone
In a day or two

Oh the things that you say
Is it life or
Just a play my worries away
You're all the things I've got to
remember
You're shying away
I'll be coming for you anyway

Take on me, take me on
I'll be gone
In a day or two



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Funnel

I've been pulled into the funnel of dreams and memories. Locked in time. Persued by balance and a realistic rational state of desire. Which is suppressing my inner most lust of obsession.

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passion spring

There it was. I thought I found a little leak of substance. Yes, I felt the hole and the leak was there. I could feel the crack in my chest. A stream of warm butterflies fluttering in a single file, around my heart and lungs, through my ribs and out the center of my sternum. The fluttering of the wings beat so hard I felt the waves of warmth spiral up my neck and ring in my ears and then down my arms stopping with pressure at my finger tips. It felt almost erotic to be awakened from a deep, restless and redundant sleep. A lustful few seconds of that perfect dream right before you wake when it's the most real. So good you try hard not to wake up so to make it last longer, to make it your reality instead of a the soulless routine.

The leak was small and oozes only a little at a time. A controlled and thoughtful passage from inside to out. Not too much all at once and not too little. Never flooding or overwhelming as it had when I was younger. Not the flooding gates that where crashed through many years ago. The scars from those floods have healed, leaving only very little to the naked eye. Concealed well and hidden from the general public. Safe and guarded in the layers of epidermis that have grown over them like rich moss over cool rocks. It’s all under the control of a golden lock now. It needs only be touched by the vibrations of melody or words and just enough will trickle out to set the world on fire.