I seek love behind the scenes,
For it’s the only view that plays.
Sitting here on a soggy wet bench,
I watch the passing days.
Hoping a day I get kissed on the cheeks
From a man in my dreams.
With breath that smells of lilacs,
And hands I shall hold on my darkest days.
A shirt he won’t mind covered in my tears,
Every inch of his tender skin will be stained
Of my cherry-red lip gloss.