Treacherous woman
even on my birthday
the thought of you spoils my time
The crying is through and
I should be back to normal
There’s still fragments left in my mind
fragments of a symphony and attraction
fragments of silent starry nights
fragments of tenderness and erection
fragmenst of loving,
fragments of caring
Wont disappear, and wont unite
Leave me my woman
and every woman ill meet
fear of women goes to deep
fear of loosing
fear of being left out
deprived of what I want to keep
# 1997 Winn Nielsen