Thy art the tiny spider
Living between the cracks...

Nothing but the sound of crickets,
pierced a darkened room...

Like shattered glass all pain falls
Upon my chest into the flesh...

Warmth...
from pressed lips...

I won't say
That it was fate that we met...

His sturdy hands work through
the stiffness of his art...

His tongue has sturdy bumps
On from which they descend...

Dark moist pupils staring at loving eyes
Compelling soft little hands to pass over...

An aspiring cook, experienced as you are
You plucked my heart fresh from its roots, its...

* Note: This song was written to teach sixth grade...
One day I was thinking...

* Note: This song was done to teach boys in a...
Chorus (x2...

Through breath of lavender,
rain freshly fallen...