Dead of the night, when the darkness is bright;
I crave for my true IDENTITY.
The time is set, for the straitjacket;
I crave for my true IDENTITY.
In her luscious lips, and the sway of her hips;
I crave for my true IDENTITY.
In despair, But I still repair;
I crave for my true IDENTITY.
Is it it a lost cause or just a Pause;
In MY war against my IDENTITY.
4 comments:
A pause, a pause.
:-) ...
now what kinda identity do u find.. in her luscious lips? :-p
The reason one likes a definite luscious lips over others goes to talk about ones identity ....
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