A love cure


What if all it took was monumental love

to heal and change, through the push and shove.

What if love was the drug we were thinking of,

flowing down like a shower from up above.

With open arms and heart aflame,

this love will fill us as a frame.

To contain the bliss,

which is all that remains.

When love burns as life,

its fuel your pain.

Love is the cure for everything.

 

 

 

Get the eff out of here


Get the eff out of here!

I am sick of the sound of your voice.

All I hear is lalala,

so get out and leave me the choice.

I’ll tell you again and for the last effing time

it’s mine and no one else.

It’s time you got the eff out of here

before a swan song becomes your plea.

We are done listening to you

of this you will soon agree

Because that sound you hear behind you,

is not mercy coming to thee.