I wrote a song for you,
to be something you could relate to...
I wrote it staying up at night
and bled ink till morning light.

My days went by in those lines,
I fell in love, swooning, in those times
A love consuming me the way,
Candle light is devoured by the day...

Then the bad days came and you went away
without a word, you – who had promised to stay.
My song – half written, with a pen stilled,
a writer’s soul – lacking her will.

Then seasons changed and what would you know
He has come, thank goodness you had to go -
I completed that song, half of two men...
Ah! But you are all the same, so what matter, then?

I've got you
under
my skin
where
my dreams
go to
hide
in the
blotted darkness
of the
black holes
of the night.

I don't think you
notice
as I pass
through life
burning
my tongue,
inhaling
these words,
burning these coals
in the foothills
of my lungs