Can we look at the stars alone
gazingly wondering about the meaning of it all
without invading the Solitude throne
desperately wishing for someone to call
And can I make breakfast in bed
even when there's someone I've shared it with
Someone I'm not commiting to
Can I of this twosomeness get rid?
Are we so focused on being modern
that we simply got caught in another suit
Strangeling us slowely with the panic room of 'nevers'
Scared of our twosome persuit
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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