| Average Revelations |
| Drunk with the passion I feel I walk on a slanted line Going nowhere. The reciprocation of my feeling Eliminates the confusionand hesitation. You hold nothing from me. You are no superman, Nothing I haven't seen before, But that's what makes you special. As I pace to-and-fro with anticipation To feel your embrace, Your lips upon mine. I wonder at how you mean so much. With the list of flaws you have, All your bad habits. You are no superman and You're certainly not Mr.Right, So why do I love you so dearly? |