Life's a masterpiece with you in it
And I never had a lover more dear than death
But it seems I want you more than I ever did that darkness
That silence
But there is something to be said for
The tight grip of your arms and
The lines left on your back
Those lines are my best poetry.
I would like to make you ethereal in writing
The way my mother did my widowed step father
But softer, much softer this time around
She always said I was her replacement in the world
And I was to be the better side of her
A second chance at success, or so I thought
A second chance at love, is what I think she meant
Should the dreams of night grasp me again
Remember that I always prefer the reality of you