D by Adam Parry

 

D 

 

She plays upon the dark in me

and walks so alone

she doesn’t tell me

what she dreams.

She runs her fingers through my hair

as if I wasn’t there.

She’d love me for an hour or two

and then off she’d go.

She only communicates by mobile phone

but, doesn’t speak for long.

She called me honey the other day

and it almost sounded wrong.

She might do anything I ask her to

now she is my only light.