Impossible To Touch

There’s A Thing, Which You Call Happiness
Something That Is Impossible To Touch
Something, So Blurry So It Can’t Be Seen
Well, And Then You Lean Over Me And Say
‘I Know What Love Is, It’s Just One Kiss’
Well, Hey, That’s Not A Good Thing To Say
If You Think It’s Just ONE Kiss
There Truly Is Something You Have Missed
Real Love Comes From The Heart, Not Any Other Part
Of Your Busted Body, Which Seems To Be Dead
It Has Been Dusted Down Over The Years
Isn’t That What I Said?, That You Would Lie There
All Dead, With The Blood Pouring Out Of Your Veins
Those, Which You Haven’t Taken Care Of
Instead, You’ve Been Making Evil Plans
To Get Me Out Of The Path Which Is Yours
Well, Get Set For The Worst Nightmare Of Your Life
The Thing I Hate, Is The Thing I Keep As A Mate
Real, Fucking, Love Doesn’t Exist!
Oh, Well, It Existed Back In The Old Days
Well, My Grandma’ Says That, So It Must Be True
But There’s No Santa, Please Don’t Sue Me For That
There Isn’t Even A Cat With A Hat Who Can Bring Love
Nowadays There’s Only Lucky People Who Stays Together
I Haven’t Felt True Love, Never, And I’m Starting To Think
Yeah, Things Are Beginning To Link,
That I’ll Never, Ever Feel That Someone Truly Loves Me
Well, I’ll Just Have To End My Days, Alone And Bitter
Then I’ll Send, Something, That May Never Come To You
It’s My Love, Exploding On You, but You’ll Just Wash It Off¨
And Then You’ll Just Tune It Out, Like With A Radio
I’ll End This Soon, Like, Till Noon
No, Actually, I’ll End It Now, ‘Cause I’m Feeling Low
So Bye, Bye, And Everyone’s Happy To See Me Go

End

© The Punk Rocker ©

Poem by The Punk Rocker

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