To Desire
Hi,
Desire
I don't know what to say to you
You are always so quiet
And lonely it seems to me
Do you like kisses, Desire
Or are kisses just clothes for the truth?
Do you like blood?
The stuff (in eyes)?
The stuff (in hearts)?
Do you like holding hands, Desire?
The concept of it?
Bet you like war, Desire
The ruthlessness of it
The dust + blood is mud of it
Sorry, Desire
I thought I had nothing to say to you
You are always so quiet
And lonely I seems to me