I think.
I just think...

Walking in the aisle, spell bound,
she frowned after tripping over her evening gown...

Okay, have you ever seen a blank page?
The type that doesn't even have lines...

I made my journal a ghost
covered with blankets...

Sure, sure!
I was a flower and you were like a bee...

Dark night
where the moon often hides amidst the clouds...

I was like a chocolate box under your desk;
Hidden for everyone else, except for you...

You know that little thing
in that little thing...

Jesus Christ,
You are like the sun rising amongst the mountains...

Water and the rocks,
Splish and splash, the river goes...

From within a ground, roots grow deep
like screams I hear in my sleep...

Hey friend, don't let this love of yours
be some kind of rope...