I'm in quite a poetic mood so why not -
your name: 'That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet' so whether I be feline, flower or the essence of femininity. First, I be me.
I am: a dreamer whose dream has come and gone;
I wonder: could the stars replace my love with scorn?
I hear: the beating of a fading, withered heart.
I see: a life that's torn asunder, ripped apart.
I want: to know what's right and what is wrong.
I am: a dreamer whose dream has come and gone.
I pretend: that when I smile my happiness is true;
I feel: afraid to tell my past treachery to you.
I touch: the vale 'twixt what I am and what you see.
I worry: that when I am gone, you'll not remember me.
I cry: fifteen tears for you; for me there's just this one -
I am: a dreamer whose dream has come and gone.
I understand: much less than I would have you know.
I say: that when the truth is out, the lies have got to go.
I dream: that life was better before I dreamed of this;
I try: to twist the blood-stained cloth and wring it out to bliss.
I hope: that hope will leave my side; the nest forever flown.
I am: a dreamer whose dream has come and gone.
