Poems

In the dark, we were making up You like your phrases full Strip it down, let me guess where it's going So I can swallow your lines whole As I dissect the phrases I wonder if my thoughts will phase you I'll bite my tongue, but I've just got to know Are these words about me, baby? Are you thinking of me lately? When you close your eyes, do you see mine? Am I reading in too deeply, When you croon your words so sweetly? Oh, music makes a dreamer of me In the dark, leave me laying in your poems So I can wander where you hide You got nerves? Well you hardly even show 'em What is going on inside? I've got to know, I've got to know, I've got to know I've got to know, I've got to know, I've got to know I've got to know-As I dissect the phrases I I've got to know-Wonder if my thoughts would phase you As I dissect the phrases I wonder if my thoughts would phase you I Lean in close and start to whisper low When you close your eyes do you see mine Oh, music makes a-music makes a-music makes a dreamer of me