A fond cover over a hidden lover

Those lips that were once mine

Ideas and recollection flooding in

So my thoughts emerge into a cavern

filled with the eerie and cold thoughts of what once was

What once was nothing but a selfish touch 

What once was the empty feeling of a stranger

So the piano plays

And the words come

This sad poem of a broken past 

Written in cursives to make it seem beautiful 

But what a pitiful attempt

So comfortable is this state of mind 

Fitting my mood so well

For with this cavern, is a covering 

Warmth in self pity