Gina

Want six children and dogs, just stay where you are, by a warm blazing log, but help me realise, what's going on, if it’s someone else's dream, because when I stop, by the river Alt, I’ll pee in your font, what does she believe, pictures bear a lonely scar, for all her needs, dancing’s all I’ve got, everywhere gone flat, under your iron foot, roses scatter their seed, give me what she can’t, but no more freezes, beneath a fallen star.