a poem rather than a song(A.Melleby, 05.02.14)
question my guilt
and it becomes yours
lose your mind in my soul
and your life will change
for the better
I do not know
but be prepared
for a change
I am the author
of these words
and as you read them
you will learn
that I´m the answer
to any question
you may have
about me
squeese a lemon
and you´ll get the juice
squeese me
and you´ll get a heart
served on a silver platter
beating, beating, beating
beating for you
never against you
squeese me
squeese me like there is no tomorrow
squeese me good
and I´ll be yours
forever is just a matter of time
if you decide otherwise
and look in another direction
our light will still be burning
lighting up another soul
speaking a different language
but still the language of love
mess it up once
and you´re more than likely
to mess it up twice
and before you know the word of it
the world will know your score
