Sylvia Plath
Mad Girl’s Love Song
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead
I think I made you up inside my head
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead
I should have loved a thunderbird instead
At least when spring comes, they roar back again
I shut my eyes and all the world will drop dead
I think I made you up inside my head
I'd fancy you'd return the way you said
But I grow old and I forget your name
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane
I think I made you up inside my brain
I shut my eyes and all the world will drop dead
I think I made you up inside my head
I lift my lids and all is born again
I must have made you up inside my