My ink dried up
Right in my face
As my tongue fell to the floor
She cut it off was all I could taste
As it seemed she doesn't want me no more
Nursery rhymes aside
Tears burn my eyes
My throat's expanded by this bump
My heart beats as if it's on its last
As I sit by her side
I can feel her touch
I can smell her fragrance
But I can't make contact
My being yearns to hold her
To kiss her goodnight
To whisper sweet words in her ear
To hold her close
Firm yet gentle
Yet I'm dying here
And she don't even notice
I fake a smile and keep busy
Whilst all the while
I'm praying for a sure sign
No I'm in bed tossing and turning
Eyes burnt out yet sockets still burning
She scolds me left, right and centre
Is it my love, my heart
Or is she the tormentor
I'm lost in this tug 'n war
She claims all is lost
Still I'm begging her
For more ...
Nursery rhymes aside
My complexion grows pale
She cursed me
And spilled my ink
But I was bleeding dry my heart
As I am now
Though she'll scold me again
I can't help but bleed
Because I love this woman
I don't care if she can't see
That I'm not him
Not anyone
But I am different
And I am
Me ...
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