incomplete
(2.2.22)

if i am everything you say i am, why do i incomplete you?
love must be a foreign word; is it me who can't take a clue?
only the young and fairly naive would want to see black and white
vow to please my faint desires, now promise it will be alright


ecstasy! i'm so deeply high on the way you make me feel
you're plenty beautiful, but my dear lover, i'm not even R E A L
oil painting your favorite sky - don't expect another
until i'm dead i'll be your friend, without you or together