Your Broken Mould

To love is to suffer
feel pain like no other ,
to touch and hold
turn all heat into the cold
make a runt strong and bold
to purchase the unsold .

Turn the dead , alive
silence all , to be said
then lazerise
all the blues to a , blood red .,
make penguins fly ,
love is so felt
when it dies .

Keep all the pearl beads
the platinum , the gold
for all I need you
to do
is me hold ,
take the clothes that fit
all I own ,
for they're not worth one bit
of your broken mould .