Introspection
Bright white light in the middle of the night
Starkly glowing, my face is sad
Cold exterior, I’m burning up I'm back here again
Mes doigts délicat firmly grip the glass phone
It's midnight and I'm alone
Like a druggie, I need you
So I always find myself coming back Like a Thunderbird, I roar back again
I guess u flew
Just one more in the cuckoo’s nest
I love you, the memory of you
Since you taught me “to be different, take an unusual turn”
Until I realized the other women will always spend her nights alone,
alone,
alone.
But as long as my beautiful confounding thoughts stay and not stray like you
And as long as I have art and poetry
They make these nights more bearable.