Benjamin Hickmott

Beautiful woman, sweet lover of mine
I wish I knew what you are searching for
Your warm tender lips, that taste so divine
Don‘t know the answer, but could tell me more
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The time has come to bitch
And demand more equality
No one needs to be rich
So let‘s rid the world of poverty
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I didn‘t get a lot of sleep last night
So many things on my mind
Now i‘m forty-five, though i‘m still alive
Am I slowly running out of time
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I still love her so
But she no longer loves me
She‘s a married woman
But likes to live her life so free
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Humanity

It don't really matter, where it is you come from,
Or what lingo that you speak.
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That I see you so rarely is a shame
I wish I had more time to be with you
Don‘t get me wrong, I am staking no claim
That we could seldom touch I always new
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To find words to praise you, I must admit
I have a lack of imagination
For the phrases I write seem so unfit
And not adequate for your laudation
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In your reservoir of charm I did swim
Thirsting for your flavour I drank a sip
Captivated I am now a victim
Lovesick the fever has me in its grip.
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Every time I walk the dog you‘re with me
At night I lie in bed and you are there
I‘m torn from blissful turns of fantasy
When I reach out to stroke your auburn hair.
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Surrounded by ears I watch what I say
Constantly suppressing my emotions
I live with a knotted tongue every day
Holding back the truth of my devotions.
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I have long since stopped writing poems about you
So please don‘t think that I still care
Forgotten is the taste of your soft, sweet-salty lips
And the scent of your enchanting silky hair
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It's late at night, I'm alone again, every night it's the same.
I surely know the reason why, for I've just myself to blame.
I stagger off to the bathroom, to wash and get ready for bed,
Drunk again; I'll never learn, or get around to sorting out my head.
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You're a manifestation, of your own central stage
Whatever is the topic, you become quite outraged
You consider that your judgement is oh-so precise
And your always more than willing to offer free advice
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Do you know how much I miss you?
Or the pain in my heart, torn in two?
The days are so long and so hard to get through
Because, I miss you.
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A last goodbye, sad mourning
Another friend has passed on
Departed, but not forgotten
It's just the body that is gone
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If this is the road that leads to emotional maturity
Then that egotistical coldness is not for me
Callus fools could claiming that time will heal the pains
That lost love left in my weeping remains
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The gleam of your white armour
lays waste to every contour
edges as if washed away
take leave, a loss of focus
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