Sitting, thinking
kept to myself
sitting, seething
all to myself
sitting, rotting
just myself
pariah, outcast
from all but myself

She stole my crayons
now i color in gray
life shades in colors of one
vibrant no more

She stole my crayons
to color her life bright
her pictures are grand
vibrant til the end

sing to me softly of your love
without uttering a sound
whisper to me in the night
when I've captured your breath
tell me you love me
with every shudder and glance
settle slowly into my arms
and weave your tales of love
just for me
just for tonight