Ivi pareva ch'ella ed io ardesse,
E si l'incendio immaginato cosse,
Che convene che il sonno si
Rompesse
-Dante Alighieri
who took me eye away from me?
Leaving a blind spot to see
How low I could fall
I'm drawing her all the time
In a notebook or a wall
Drawing her, hoping to take
A single breath near to her
See me draw a map to get lost
Looking through the eye she stole
I can recall the first time I saw her
Boring TV nothing else to see
Cat-Dog was showing, who cares about him
This yellow guy is funny enough
I will give it a try tough
The third chapter was, I think
When I saw someone I'd should never see
From that day on, I haven't been able to get her out of my thoughts
Ho, my wicked thoughts, abandon hope all those who enter in them
How could I possibly leave them?
But something scares me more
I like them, her and the way I take them out!