She can\'t stand this darkness
The cloudiness in her head
It\'s thundering almost heartless
Timeless thoughts alone in her bed
A crooked closed smile and blue eyes
That instant image leaves her frail
With easy hands sliding up her thighs
Remembering the touch she inhales
Is it real, is it love, or heat of passion
Sunken in doubt will he come
The two together a lover\'s fashion
Her heart\'s in bout understood by none
Wanting to be taken away
Not brought down just by anyone
Taking time to clear the way
To be lifted up, with love like helium
- John Lee