Giving into love
And sharing my time
Letting someone into my misery
I told it all step by step
How I landed on the island
And how I swim across the sea
And it crosses my mind
That I may awake to a knife in me
No more breath in my hair
Or ladies underwear
Tossed up over the alarm clock
Blood dripping from the bed
To a neatly written poem
Heartfelt last line reading
There is no more mystery
Is it gonna happen, my love?
There is no more mystery
Is it gonna happen, my love? |