5 June 2009
This mind I just couldn’t control,
I’m seeing you in the centerfold.
This paper I just couldn’t hold,
I’m touching you but you are cold.
It’s a different game that I couldn’t play,
I’m not supposed to think this way.
I can feel you near though you’re far away,
I can hear you without a word you say.
This paper is on the horizon of my soul,
though it’s cold, I feel like I’m whole.
This picture of you in the centerfold,
I’ll keep it till the day I grow old.