Our hands locked like digits.
I counted the seconds...

Summer time blues,
got me holding onto you...

One, two, one, two, three, four.
The notes crash onto the paper...

Sunny days cause too much hope for happiness
I prefer the rain. It's clean and honest, well I...

I was never the one to write love poems
They never seemed to come out right...

The wind picked you up and carried you away
I watched it take you across the break of day...

She sat down by the old oak tree
And set her chin upon her knees...