Once again it is another poem inspired by a song---and no, not Lily Allen but rather Rihanna and a song named 'Sell Me Candy'. It's a beautiful song---well I love the lyrics. Do check it out!!
You're my chocolate,
My unhealthy addiction.
But I can't see to live,
With out your temptation.
I breath in and my heart pumps blood,
But I am not emotionally living,
I am dead,
If from me my sugar is robbed.
So let me believe,
That this is real.
Let me live in the sugary fantasy,
In this delicious assassination,
Let me live.
No rather let me be alive,
Let the sugar that is love,
Fill my blood,
And get me so high.
On a sugar rush,
Is how I feel in your love,
So alive and wonderful,
But so dangerously wrong.
'Cause like candy,
Your love can do immense damage,
But after the cavities you'd give me,
What my heart would need,
Is a bandage.
I don't want to be bruised,
But I can't stop flying,
I want to keep feeding,
On the sentiments which you supply.
Such warm emotions,
Such flakes of sugar,
On the tips of my fingers,
On the roof of my heart,
At the tip of my tongue,
Are replies to your questions.
Are sweet nothings,
Are words of longing,
I want what you offer,
But it's so unhealthy.
And I'd meekly,
Walk on by,
While you try,
To sell me candy,
And I'll deny.
I don't want to be diabetic,
I don't want to need insulin,
I want your love,
But to this addiction I just can't give in!
Bluerose
You're my chocolate,
My unhealthy addiction.
But I can't see to live,
With out your temptation.
I breath in and my heart pumps blood,
But I am not emotionally living,
I am dead,
If from me my sugar is robbed.
So let me believe,
That this is real.
Let me live in the sugary fantasy,
In this delicious assassination,
Let me live.
No rather let me be alive,
Let the sugar that is love,
Fill my blood,
And get me so high.
On a sugar rush,
Is how I feel in your love,
So alive and wonderful,
But so dangerously wrong.
'Cause like candy,
Your love can do immense damage,
But after the cavities you'd give me,
What my heart would need,
Is a bandage.
I don't want to be bruised,
But I can't stop flying,
I want to keep feeding,
On the sentiments which you supply.
Such warm emotions,
Such flakes of sugar,
On the tips of my fingers,
On the roof of my heart,
At the tip of my tongue,
Are replies to your questions.
Are sweet nothings,
Are words of longing,
I want what you offer,
But it's so unhealthy.
And I'd meekly,
Walk on by,
While you try,
To sell me candy,
And I'll deny.
I don't want to be diabetic,
I don't want to need insulin,
I want your love,
But to this addiction I just can't give in!
Bluerose
Community Member
anyways, nice poem