Don't you fear mistaken charms and loves that aren't,
I fear near everything I've done by them,
Don't you fear for something other than our health,
I haven't learnt as much as I have leant,
Don't you fear mistaken charms and loves that aren't,
I fear near everything I've done by them,
Don't you fear that getting there would leave you with just not enough that you could start again.
On account of dormant youth still here seemingly,
I'll ignore books I've not read on what's left of me,
Heather thick and looks of scorn show repeatedly,
Reflection leaves something unmade but at least healthy,
Drawing blinds across the light until evening's real,
You can touch four walls in here while standing still.