Chimerical

You don’t even have a hearing

But I tell you just in case anyway

If I leave this place and you are left here

Always stay chimerical

It’s not just the winters that cause frost

Or gloomy blurry autumns that make you lost

My womb is not as gloomy as this bed

It’s more like a tomb when you’re on earth

The good ones make no child

You don’t even have the force of seeing

But I show just in case anyway

Without fantasy you’ll go down the drain

Always stay utopian

And I wish you hot summers of excess

And irrational springtime fondness

Until then make my womb your favorite bed

I can’t handle the thought that you’ll get hurt