He doesn’t have to have five credit cards
A big fat C at the end of his career path
A penthouse on the highest floor
With the view on planet Mars
Nor a luxury car
Incrusted with diamonds and gold
HE doesn’t have to HAVE at all.
But he has to MAKE!
Make me SCREAM
Make me DREAM
Make me lose my mind for him
Make me bite my lip till it bleeds
Make me FEEL the wind
In my hair
And his heartbeat in my chest
Make me write and dance for him
And pray for him
And hold his hand
When He prays for me
And see the core of his soul
When He worships my name
And my poetry.
That’s how our LOVE would be
Antisocial
Unadjusted
Incomprehensible
FREE.