Endless Poem (It Seems)

Endless phone calls whisper my name secretly,
It seems no one can hear them but me,
In the dead of night I want to talk to you,
Silent rays of sunshine pick out blossoms in my mind,
A galaxy never to be explored,
But you are destroying me old woman.

I want to run wild in the trees and feel your embrace,
Your ankles spark my interest,
And your boots are so seductive,
So lets dance among the daisies,
Hand in hand because I need your touch,
And I don’t have your love really.

Because I’m not who I am anymore,
They have taken it all away from me,

And now I’m living this lie,
Over and over again.

- composed by Sophie Jones.