Don't facebook me and tell me you are sorry,
your emails and texts tell a different story.
Don't poke me and expect me to poke you back,
Used to describe so many emotions.
Hollowness, pain, anger, guilt,
To love is to care,
To always be there.
To love is to want,
But to give and take.
Is Britain really that great?
Endlessly sowing the seeds of hate,
Growing its people to thrive on the state.
I can't sleep,
my mind is tired and weary,
but my brain doesn't hear me.
It won't switch off.
I'm here talk to me.
My hand slips into yours,
I gaze up at your face and smile.
See the magic in your eyes.
Butterflies in my tummy,
you make my legs go funny,
you fill me with desire,
you set my heart on fire.
Anger swells like a tide of fury through my veins,
my head swims in the sea of rage.
Fighting to stay afloat and in control,
as the pain rips through me.