Touch me, Tickle me... Spank me.
I'm you're love puppet,
Stick you're pins in me,
Who am I?
Please don’t just say my name with a silly grin,
I haven’t got the toughest of skin,
And my life is beginning to feel like a sin.
“E-nun-ci-ate! ” screaming at the top of lungs,
Speak correctly or keep your mouth shut.
“Spell check! ” You’ve spelt that wrong what’s the matter with you?
Rips out the page before yelling to start over.
Camminando lentamente io guardo a voi,
Prendendo respiri profondi come me,
I miei ultimi momenti, come me,
Prima di sigillare come 'noi',
The restless soul of a well worn youth,
Storms of rage at those who waste,
The waves of love that come crashing down on unsuspecting people,
It all lies behind tired eyes.
hugs, kisses, taken everywhere,
old and worn, left on a shelf to gather dust,
my old china doll.
glass eyes taht follow every move unblinkingly,
When the darkness creeps in,
And I can feel the cool wind breathing on the back of my neck,
I think of you to keep sane,
whispering in my ear,
secret thoughts for none but one to hear,
brushing against my skin with cold yet gentle finger tips,
a loving caress,
Running away from adulthood,
Being chased by points of authority,
Still seeing and hearing to much for innocent eyes,