For G 19 (A desk)

You go from saying im the devil to jesus

And sometimes, to me, G, you seem the mother mary, sometimes succubus

Perhaps its just Love, a fight can turn us two into raving lunatics

Im only who you saw across that desk

The whole universe, time, went in with us –

A lifetime poured in with us

Care-less Lovers

Im nothing other than this

Your wannabe lover – only, who you saw across that desk –

Imagine how each moment feels

A universe with you, G, one moment hell – the next – bliss


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