In my Head
A dream, I smiled,
Accepting the inevitable end.
But what if this were not,
The crazy mind of insipid love?
What if this were merely,
A forecast of troubles ahead?
Doing nothing is everything,
My wilfulness allows me room.
And yet I cared too much,
For a love now long since gone.
My head is talking,
Am I now prepared to listen?
For once my heart was broken,
And never she came again.
But all of my life, my lonely life,
She stays to bring me regret.
This, her only closeness.
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