What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why…

I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.
– Edna St. Vincent Millay

I and I

Gustav Klimt – Head of a Woman (sketch)

He said bye / She said why

He won’t try / She just cry

He just sigh / She close her eye

He get high / Inside she die

He all about I / Now she can’t fly

She just deny / He trapped inside I

She call him my / He doesn’t come by

She live a lie / He start to fly

She curse the sky / He start to hide

She start the dick ride

He start the dick drive

She feel alive

He say bye

Inside she die

He don’t know why

She don’t know why

– Erykah Badu