I wrote a story in the years of twenty two
I was the heroine and I was with you
As your drug of choice 
Never mind that my voice
Was stifled in your angry stare
I woke up to realise you weren’t there 
But with some other chick
I cursed under my breath and called you in the thick
Of it just to confirm 
That the way my heart burn
Was a solo affair
And my only prayer 
Was that you be content
Coz the way things went
Could be enough to dement
The both of us 
And broken trust
Lies like glass on the floor 
As I lie to the one I adore 
For the sake of propriety
Does he know that it ignites me 
When he spills words on a screen
What is the difference between the dream
And the real
Does he feel
Anything akin to love
I watch the dove
Take flight from my heart
And journey to your part
Of town
But I drown
In words and phrases 
And the city the pain razes
As I try to shut it down
Because I see a gown
On the horizon
And it’s all I can keep my eyes on
When everything is going to hell
Did I tell you that I wish you well
A one winged bird and I fly 
In the empty open sky
Full of love for what you are
I watch you from the vantage point of a star
So near but from afar
And dream of you in my car
Where I keep the music box
With cds that undid the locks 
On the both of us 
Just laughter on the bus 
In a place no one can reach
Oh, the vagaries of what they teach
Is right and just
You seem nonplussed 
As I leave it on the line 
I would like to call you mine
I falter, would that be okay
Babe, why didn’t you say?