SAY YOU LOVE ME
I wonder If my hunger
Makes me weak
Makes me meek
Makes me speak
I wonder if in my desire
For some fire;
For belief,
To be entire,
I make of you a liar
I wonder why I seek it out:
Beg for it
Kneel for it
Plead for it
Weak and meek
And slick
For it,
I wonder if what
I do is trick
And teach
Your mouth to speak
The plausible lie
For which
My soul so aspires.
I wonder If my hunger
Makes me weak
Makes me meek
Makes me speak
I wonder if in my desire
For some fire;
For belief,
To be entire,
I make of you a liar
I wonder why I seek it out:
Beg for it
Kneel for it
Plead for it
Weak and meek
And slick
For it,
I wonder if what
I do is trick
And teach
Your mouth to speak
The plausible lie
For which
My soul so aspires.
Manuela Cardiga
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