Behind the self-confident glare,
the long perfected hair...
The glammour of confusion
can rip apart the strings of any soul...
Whisper lost secrets of love;
tell me what I'm dreaming of...
As a child,
I sat upon my mother\'s bed...
Sensational;
the need to love...
And here I lye,
naked, exposed...
Can I have your hand,
your heart to hold...
I know,
you're used to crowds...
Her heart,
(enigmatic by chance...
Entwined, in love,
in beautiful bliss...