youtube – Kitty meets Lion

My mind romps like a bipolar motor

Got me lucky like a clover

I can’t see any reason

To not accept your semen

My head be thumping, need an advil

Got me spinning like a windmill

I wear you like whiskey

Come here and let’s get frisky

Without you by my side

It’s like teeth lacking fluoride

I’m captured in your stare

Let’s ride this love affair

We met at the dawn of spring

You got me worshipping

Your mind games be sociopathic

But meets my psychopathic

Sensing a constant form of mania

Take me out this hysteria

My bipolarity

Understands your solidarity

We drank cream-soda and cane

Your presence like cocaine

Feeling a hot flush fever

Running like a retriever

When we said goodbye

My tears were like a glass eye

After a mere fortnight

I want you to be my white knight

I want an encore

You’re the one that I adore

You don’t seem to give a fuck

While I sit here starstruck

This uncontrollable passion

Got me squeaking like Kardashian

Find me bowing at your throne

Even if you in a different time zone

I’ll always be your kitty

We’ll be wrapped in propinquity

Oh, dear lion

You are my dandelion

To finish I’ll stop chasing

And try a little patience

Who knows if fate

Will make you my soul mate…

xxx Love Kitty!!

I seem to have this predictable predisposition to finding myself in a “push and pull” dynamic when it comes to love… Call it toxic, but it is the nectar that can satiate my soul…. Let’s call it “Breathing Water”.

Love from

your beloved Kitty..xx

“She wants you to be pressed against you, but also distant. Next to her, yet far away at the same time… As if she is practicing being gone… He doesn’t really get it… The sadness pushes him and pulls her. His dark side intrigues her like a moth to a flame, yet he resists her touch, later pulling her close with his loving gaze. So many layers of hurt… It starts to suffocate us both. This was the game… the game of chess…. a push and a pull.”

Turn the porchlight off
So you don’t think i’m home
Wish you’d taste your words
But you sit at your throne
Drop after drop
Keep filling me up
Keep twisting my arm
Try giving you up (don’t give a fuck)
You’re pouring over
I’m breathing water
I’m Keeping my composure

Your small sins blur together
They follow me home
Did you make a mess
To prove you could
Should i clean it up

Like you thought I would
When you pour over
Pour over me

You can’t hear me say
With your head in the sand

That you’re taking too much
I wear you like a brandy
I’m washing away
And you’re giving me up
Drop after drop
You don’t give a fuck
Did you make a mess
To prove you could
Should i clean it up
Like you thought that i would
Did you write it down
Did you make a mess

To prove you could
Should i clean it up
Like you thought that i would
Did you write it down
Did you leave it for me
Did the words bend and blur
Make me weak in the knees
When you pour over

Pour over me

Don’t let me breathe (x2)

If I give you a flower
If I love you louder
If I give you an hour
You turn it sour
And I’m a coward
You take my power