Desperate for love and affection
desperate for recognition
desperate souls devoid of pleasure
shallow desperation made deep without a plunge
urge for love as sinful as sexual pleasure
a spoonful of nothing to subdue a seizure
love i thought was as deep as Freud
but for a desperation ought to be glued
shallow shallow my love my love
for it is to fulfil my unknown desire
yellow for a day, blue for an evening,
black for a night
oh what a plight..
for we shall cease to love at the dusk of a desperation,
following a color blindness
should i cease to love before my desperation ends?
For i shall dwell in superiority
but without love i shall die
viola!!!! if the death is superior......
