A day in a thought
What's on my mind...

Her stained colored tears
That's crowding her face...

She clears the keyhole
Like a thief in the night...

That poor little dry well
At the top of the hill...

My poor little heart
Fell off the wall...

These dark walls which I stare
Have no lights just a glare...

All you little white flowers
In dot to dot form...

It's time for bedy bye
You sleepy little eyes...

I stand at the roadside
My big mouth wide open...

A balloon and a bubble
Both plum full of hot air...

From cover to cover
I'm trapped in a book...

Marriage is like a dishwasher you only get out...