Little girl, you don't know what love is.
It is like getting born a child.
Smell and horror,
the pain so close to death that only the crazy ones forget.
Seeing the guts mashed outside the beauty you once relied.
Awful misery of the self collapsing into you like a little new blue birth.
Every inch that you repress, every giving moment, in the world
thrown at you by the one more precious - now - to you.
Not beautiful is love but horrible.
Like death, finds a skull on the make up of your living soul.
Baby so, if you have to go I'll know that it was because
you don't know, you don't know...