benet, eric
poetry girl
sing to me. she was a poetry girl i adored late at night i'd hear songs from her window myrrh and frankincense seeped through her door and they lingered on as her fingers caressed her guitar felt like the strings of my heart she was strumming with her words we made love from afar as she sang her song they were songs of change joy and pain all the love she made like she took the words from every dream i've known every love outgrown singing on and on like she took the words from my heart and to the poetry girl down the hall late at night i would answer her calling like the lyrics from one of her songs she made love to me now our bodies and souls intertwined on the wings of passion we were soaring then by the flickering candle at night she would sing to me love is often unkind when we fall for now my poetess sings to another but when i think of those nights down the hall from somewhere deep inside i sing songs of change joy and pain all the love i've made i take the words from every dream i've known every love outgrown singing on and on and i take the words from my heart,