"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)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in
I shut my eyes and all the world dropd dead.
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)
God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade;
Exit seraphim and Satan's men
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
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
