DAHLIA

She was like a flower that I never should have smelled...
She was like a photograph that I never should have held.
She is still there, deep inside my head...
In my postered room, in my tiny bed.
The dirty taste of her cigarette lips...
The dangerous invitation of her expert hips.
No we never fucked...
Too afraid we'd run out of luck.
A song for every woman that I ever knew...
A note for all the pain they ever put me through...
I really should have been better to you.

Unknown date, 1995