I craft my love From words and dreams, Forgotten, bygone memories. And of this life, Real Love knows not. I am to him a Time Forgot. He left me picking pieces, changed He lives in my mind, I lie deranged Sobbing and writing all over the floor You left too soon, Love. I need more. I resurrect you from the dead And spill my heart to the you in my head.
So I wrote you But perilously; For you, in your brilliance, Unwrite me.