I am told of a man
Who says words so beautifully
That if he only whispers their name
Women fall at his feet
If I lie dumbstruck upon my pillow in the dark
While my silence spreads like cancer on parched lips
It is because I hear footsteps in my stairway
And a man clears his throat outside my bedroom door.
That if he only whispers their name
Women fall at his feet
If I lie dumbstruck upon my pillow in the dark
While my silence spreads like cancer on parched lips
It is because I hear footsteps in my stairway
And a man clears his throat outside my bedroom door.