A normal beginning, a talent for sinning,
fictitious, fragmented, for now.
We only just kissed then narrowly missed
our only chance somehow.
I feed you, my dispair,
but I need you,
and that's so rare.

You voice, is a sonic invasion,
when you take it away,
I wait in nervous pain.
Your name, your name is a saviour,
a word that forgave a life without windows
or wells full of rain.

Can I please you or tease or turn you away
from all that you're known.
Can I kiss you and miss you
and make you forget I'm the reason you feel so alone.
I feed you, my despair,
But I need you,
and that's so rare.