The meaning of life is written on your chest
Yet you speak with such calculation...

Piercing instances of what I well-know
Surface like oil paintings on my heart...

The words are blurry
Fixed on the page...

Sifting through the silence
I grasp your hands...

Rose petals falling all around my head
I don't think, no I don't think they're very red...

If only I could give you
A kiss good day, a kiss good night...

How easy to write a poem about love
Then kiss me lover and fall to your death...

We've got it all wrong:
These words aren't meant to please...

You silly Object of Fame
How come you and I are exactly the same...

Do you ever count the years I lost to you?
They're only words, I know...

Such innocence made in a child
And rarely wasted on none expectant...

Can you wear that pillow case
On your head...