Snow lay upon the rose
One early winter day...
Oh creature most mannered mild,
In my image styled...
I'm fighting and I'm losing,
trying my hardest to be strong...
Stay...
Locked away behind closed doors,
So no-one else can see...
Little black boxes
and pumpkin cars...
Wind caresses sun-kissed hair
of princess Bella at the county fair...
Lonely and Perfect
Lonely are wolves without a pack...
A tear running away
From my eye...
I sit on my front porch,
Staring into space...
Oh, little house, where once I grew,
You hide behind the green...
In the space between
Sunday love-songs...