Little by little, less and less
Love and life – a mess
Lullaby babies, fast asleep
Laundry forgotten in sky-high heaps.
Laughing about it all, (while)
Loathing the cracks in her wall.
Lyrics and melodies.
Lying on her back
Listening to words in songs – all black.
Looking at the ceiling,
Letting herself be soothed by invincible meaning.
Little by little, she must confess,
Life and love – less mess.