Do you think, I like the taste of the wall?
Do you think, I fear every sardonic call?
So you think, I smell and hide a lot…
Do you think, I care for your thought?
The chains are cold, dry and silent
And I know,
They offered you some soothing,
Dream proof treatment
Hey…
I am not sorry to refuse the offer of your shoe
I am not sorry for no time to hear you.
Its not some grass, its not any fatuous ebriety,
I am not sorry to refuse you are pretty
Do you think, in the dessert I will drink the paints?
Do you think I will sell my sin to saints?
So you think I am jumbled in my dots,
Do you think, I care for your thought?
2 comments:
awesum man.............
y dont u write a book......
"Do you think I will sell my sin to saints?
So you think I am jumbled in my dots,
Do you think, I care for your thought? "
Got words for my thoughts ... my fav lines of ur blog.
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