No Witnesses
Don't call on witnesses for what you must do alone. I rarely think about you, until I do. I can't get off on the ideas of witnessed confessions you keep to yourself. Your confession of me, that you've spoken to the night, beside a lover who goes by another name. The night keeps secrets. You don't. So my inspiration fails, as I only go by one name, See, my pen is my only witness, to my thoughts and confessions, but tells them to the perfect strangers, who gaze upon it calling you by name. So I have to abandon it for a while. It will learn its lesson eventually, and so will I, to not allow witnesses on what we, and I do alone - getting off to the thoughts of thee. I will only let the dark of night in on the know, who knows us by name, who keeps secrets far better, than the pen, and you.