Ula

Do you think when beat, perhaps with a common air, you can rescue everything, if love’s the game, it's so hard to share, even with my good name, forget depths of need, friends saying take care, who needs sympathy, getting out’s the same, never short of being square, stuck in some slow lane, understand how to keep, a wooden face on stairs, bars are my sole conceit, anyone I can tame, watches me dance on chairs, maybe use ankle chains, does anyone want to see, my freshly washed hair, eyes lit like kerosene, my soul laid bare?