Did you ever even love me?
Did you really feel above me?
Was I just your favourite junkie?
Is the truth truly that ugly?
Sure! I adored you for more than seven million minutes or thereabouts roughly.
You’d weep through the news too if you were to sleep in my shoes, my lovely.
Oh, how our sacrificed Christ howled for the now of Heaven’s discovery…
The tattooed kangaroos at the nunnery had no clue Winter could be so Summery.
I loved you so much that it kind of amused you, too!
Your first touch was a preview of a crutch I never knew…
I loved the joyful numbers and you tasted of royal poo!
I dreamed so long of that song it was all I seemed to do!
I don’t have to rewind time to know that all salvation is temporary yet holy.
Sometimes I go so low that I know that what is above me is also below me.
I still care enough to say a daily prayer for all the mindless love that grows free.
You forgave me on the journey to the grave as if you knew that even I loathe me.
Am I stuck in a past bliss made of stone?
I held your hand to the screaming semitone…
Was I lucky to at last even kiss your throne?
At least my dreams crystallised the unknown…
They said that you were bad news for me, but they didn't know the unclad truth or me... I recall when the youth of love was free. For you, I’d gladly go mad yet again… your lily-pad lips & tripping hips & my sad pen were a triad of nomads today and back then.
Did you ever even love me?
Did you really feel above me?
Was I just your favourite junkie?
Is the truth truly that ugly?