Fame's Grip.

Oh I love you handsome,
I want your babies,
I'll die for you
Will you be my boyfriend?

"Excuse me?"

The tale, the lies
that many spat out to
sugarcoat their hearts, deluding their minds
to satisfy their insatiable
prurience lust for attention,
just for the pleasure.

"What does love mean to you? The Fame, The Looks, The Sex?"

They know, reality sinking in
secretly wishing that
somehow someday someone
would sincerely cherish
their plod, their passion, their essence.

"Do you really see me? Do you know me?"

Struggling with the overdose concentration
of sharp daggerlike eyes watching, breathing
down their necks but oh
their hearts kept beating
on and on.

"I never asked to be woshipped, did I?"

Maybe it is the price they had to pay,
to deliver others' life the significance
and spirit of true love
that they themselves struggle to find.

Alone at night,
when silence creep into the soul,
when everyone is tucked neatly under those sheets,
they sat in a circle,
piecing every thought together,
holding hands and giving warmth
as they brace for the day's cold
love that's only two layers deep.

Together, their voices unite
as they solidify the words
hidden beneath those lips. . .

"Cause no matter what you say,
will ever change that
in the ground seven feet under,
I'll still be alone."

Oh I love you handsome,
I'll die for you
We will be together forever!
I want your babies!

"Another lie. You never stop do you?"