Cold Muse
Burning for the cold touch of your hand
Yearning for you to understand
That my heart is more than an empty can
And you are but a carnal man.
When we make love
The look in your eyes is hollow
When we make love
The tone in your voice is static.
Pretending everything's ok
Make-believing this nightmare is a daydream
Crying in the shower whenever I'm alone
Waiting on pins & needles for you to phone.
Lingering between the sheets
Hoping to retreat back to the beginning
Where you & I first entreated
The muse of love & all her vices.
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