Our talks of late, are quite hazy,
On some occasion, they are almost crazy.
I know that you must, think I'm lazy,
But please know, that you're not Miss Daisy.

Is it you that I always see
When I'm caught in my reverie?
I need to know, believe you, me,
If dreams of mine will ever be.

If I say to you
that love doesn't matter
and the heart doesn't break,
it's more like a shatter.
The pieces lie there,
all over the ground
and that only time
allows love to rebound.

Dancing in the dark
alone in my room,
readying myself,
for the coming gloom
of losing just you
for that may doom
me to a life alone
like a silenced tomb.