If her eyes were
the gateway to her soul,
then her heart is a
picket fence ideal of our love.

When I cannot be
what she needs from me
I follow her into
her wildest dreams,
where our electricity
lives only as a memory.

'She loves me' she said
Je t'aime - I can't reply
So instead,
choke me until I'm dead
re-wire my soul
and when I wake...

I might be able to love you
the way you want me to.