As I look toward the ceiling I get a funny feeling
one that itches like a *****.
Do you love me? I wonder
Do you stay because leaving would tear your soul asunder?
Lying here on the bed, wishing I were asleep,
I remember how my heart would skip a beat on seeing you
Now, I turn and see you there, hair crumpled, eyes closed
and realise that it's not you I need to question, but all my
Silken lies. Starting with I do.