Good morning,
My lonely, poignant lover...

Dear Friend,
I'm infuriated...

I wanna the be the girl,
That's sung about...

Eyes touch a solemn sky,
A subtle embrace...

She takes another hesitant step;
Down the jagged halls...

A mother;
Loving and Protective...

As Alice once responded
To the Mad Hatter...

Just for now,
Take hold of my hand...

And nobody knows,
The words whispered into a pillow...

Every night it is the same;
I love yous leave her lips...

To dream of wanting,
is to dream of great disappointment...

I had opened my eyes to him.
I had saw who he was...