I don't want a book with blank pages, 
write me poetry from of all ages.
I don't want a knife with blunt edges, 
I need to cut the bars from my cages.
I don't want an empty soul, 
I want one which is bold.
I don't want a shoulder that's cold, 
I want one that's warm to hold.

I don't want sweet nothing,
I need sweet something.