I'm a green leaf
I'm not a flower...
Her barren lands now sit naked
Just the signs of her dimise...
My eyes sweat with exhaustion
I'm battered and badly bruised...
There's monsters in my closet
And underneath my bed...
Beneath the senyru of the maple tree
Are male tainted butterflies lost in love...
No, I don't need these eyeballs
The Good Lord has given me...
It was the year of 1927
Coolidge was President...
Those sunny Heavens did shine down on us
That smultery midday July the fourth...
I'm a lucky Dandelion
Thriving in the yard...
I'm drowning in this rubble
What my life has accumulated...
A marriage can only shine, if the two batteries stay aligned |
It takes more effort to do the wrong thing than it does to do the right thing |
Our imagination is our wildest dreams which proves dreams do come true. |