I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)



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 head.)



I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.) - Sylvia Plath, Mad Girl’s Love Song (via easymomentsandobsession)

(via l-aurora)

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