You

When I was reading the book, “Alone with the Alone” I was alone, untouched.

And then I read a love poem, between us, that came out from me, from that time on, G.

The faerie realm become poesy grown into you, one branch, but I never did, I couldnt touch you.

Today the yellow daisies, they’re blue, they’re childish and sullen and I hate them they’re not you.

And everything that’s become one, this world that’s grown, since I met you,

Is without you, and I couldn’t care if I died for my beliefs, cause I am alone tonight, without you.