A feeling

Stay out of my dreams
Butterflies, Chills.
A feeling that makes me hot all over,
An anger that constantly builds.

I hope you walk under a ladder
Or a black cat crosses your path
I hope you break a mirror and watch your hard face
in the cold glass.

As I answer more phone calls
On my silent telephone
I'll use the wire to wrap me up,
So I won't feel alone.

Hold me tightly,
tighter until,
I'm blue as the ocean and my body runs still.

Butterflies and chills,
That's all it took,
To make me feel this way.

And while I cry
You're just fine
I'll just watch you play.