Scented oil and a dozen sticks

Emptied out and spoiled it

Poisonous and full of blame

Cheeks beet red again

Spilled it out and filled it up

A tablespoon and a teacup

Been too long since the last sinking spell

Is this real or is this hell

In these dreams they’re wasted as well

Hollowed faces just resonating shells

Sweet stranger with a smile to match

What have you in that mind of yours

Hardly the one I’ve been looking for

But I want all of your heart’s tours.