A morbid state of fugue
A miasma of lucid dreams
Awake and yet not level
This night is endless it seems
...
Why do I love him so?
I keep away from him
But in my heart I know
Only he can make my heart beat so
...
Every morning
Over cups of iced coffee
Or in the tub
They meet hidden
...
My heart had turned to stone
It was cold and broken
Down to the last bone
...
He must be special
This man I know
Mum seems to love even more
She chats him up
...