let it be a burning candle
let it be the torn brown couch
let it be the moon
as it creeps into the window,
let it be the purple pillow
lying on the floor,
let it be the next to the last
time, let it be forgotten.
let it be remembered,
let it sleep all afternoon
let it happen one more time
all she wanted was another
all he ever needs is more
imagination rules on Sunday
needles dig into her back
AC/DC brings her comfort
flies right into the door
she’s already planned the next one
before the night is done
nothing matters is the mantra
thunder lightning letters roar
