i think of you and i frantically do anything to fill the time
ive been taught we're wrong and you know what they say
"idle hands are the devils workshop"
but does the devil truly lie with she and i?

Have you ever
Had a dream
That seemed
So real
I have
About a young sweetheart
Named Love Lea
Whom I lost
Is she real
Or part of the illusion.

Your semi short
Fairy dark red  hair
The freckles on your face
That kind smile that
Indicates that you're a doctor

I know I have a boyfriend
But images of us making love
At night in your office
Our faces and bodies outlined in moonlight
Makes me go into
A frenzy
With love and pleasure

Then it a disappears in a snap
Your a ripped from me
Sold to a wicked man
Living in squalor
Have you forgotten
I come to find you
In this sorry state

Learly of who I am
At first you recognize me
Then runs with me to back
To normalcy
Only to die
At a young age

They say that your heart was too weak from
Years of torture
But I know you died from a broken heart

sometimes I feel lost in the bed sheets;
clinging onto a body I wasn't made to
hold.

My love runs sweet
For someone as dear
As the young lass
Who doth make my
Lip quiver.
These knees of mine
Experience tremors
No clergyman could contain.
A holy book has yet to find
The means by which I can
Be subdued.
She is my religion.
Her body: my church.
Her mind: my spirit.
Her love: my grace.