Standing alone, without those lovely lips underneath
I've got nothing against eyes, though
Dreamy as can be...
What a perfect harmony, the face of yours, I mean...
Attached to a mirror, I bet you spend your time,
When you don't torture the world with its "out of reach"ness
Nailed to a pictureframe, that's where you ought to be
And not walking around, like normal people
Funny thoughts invade my head then
Thoughts very out of place
Disturbing my everyday existence, in a rather violent way
And I'm sure as hell that I'm not the only one, either
We should sort it out, my dear, for once and forever...
October 24, 2005
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