What if it didn't come back
This is how the hard one takes it
Puts her arms around his neck
And squeezes gently as if to break it

She's gonna miss everything about it
But what's best in her is the bottom has stopped
Then again what's worse get's better
To messing with what, substantial, dropped

Crazy woman misleads by staring
Blankly at the wall above you
Never in a hundred times will she try to pretend
To love you all week always

You or she must convert or hide time
From one to the other and into another
At the ? ground ?
Her coldness commands anything further

There's a black cloud having made it go so
So you hooked (?) her on the arm
Ripped her shoulders and split her back
And push her quietly forward

? stuff ? your thumb in it, you
So scream and groan and I'll scream too