I need a house with doors that lock,
far from the road and faceing east.
I need a fire to burn to keep me warm when it snows for days then turns to rain.
I need a forrest retreat and a hart of stone a less loose tounge and a mind that works. I need time to regress in this place. five rooms with little space, i need to breathe without chokeing and think without hoaxing.
i need a path which leads out into a garden where no one can clearly see me.
i need the roses to grow twice my size to make realise im alive.
i need the dong of a bell
the tiwst of the key
a locked up stone hart crumbles within me.
i need windows in every room but i neednt care for what they show
not my concern to worry now about the rapid falling snow
i need hands other than mine and a mouth that talks the truth.
i need no disguise other than myself and myself i sharnt hide behind
i need honest eyes to look inside and find what i cant find.