| Mad Girl's Love Song - Sylvia Plath I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red And arbitrary blackness gallops in; I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane (I think I made you up inside my head.) God toples from the sky, hell's fires fade: Exit seraphim and Satan's men I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old, and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.) |
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