There is some soft place inside me
One that I defend ardently
That you love to *****
Never deep gauges, enough to put me out of my misery
Nor with much pleasure like what the bite of love can bring
I am a dried up well
One you pull a lid over
Turning your back to walk away
The rustle of footsteps
Growing fainter
Until I am left once more in silence
*Until I am left once more in the dark