I call a thief my
closest friend
When her will is right
I ask her to lend
Though she gives slowly
she still bends
then nearly breaks
before we part
My heart’s in a cast
entombed in an ark
placid and dreary
spikes in the line
These word won’t vary
a blink from her eye
she’s as stole as me
caught in the lie
She’s caught in the lie
She’s caught in the lie
She’s caught in the lie
She’s caught in the lie
This sounds a whole lot more poppy than anything you’ve written thus far.
I can’t wait to be strapped down and forced to listen to you sing it, honestly. Is it on the clarinet?
“Parde ke girte hii parde ke uTHte hii
badlaa nahii.n jo badal sakta hai
yeh ki kachchaa nahii.n kuchh bhii pakka nahii.n
kuchh bhii hota hai jo kuchh bhii sab khel hai” – Koi… Mil Gaya
Nope. Not poppy. Not on the clarinet either. Very sad (but hopeful and honest). Sorry.