for
some
love
is
a
battlefield
for
us
it's
more
like
a
dance
floor

I'm
a
woodland
witch
my
home
is
in
the
forest
near
the
mountain

when
he
calls
him
my
old
man
I
feel
in
place
just
one
of
my
favorite
things

I
kept
your
note
out
on
the
kitchen
table
the
whole
week
you'd
been
gone

like
looking
at
fire
I
listened
to
your
three
second
voice
mail
again

i
took
my
ring
off
to
clean
it
i
didn't
like
the
way
my
finger
felt

I
can't
love
you
more
than
I
do
my
heart
might
break
into
pieces
one
two

the
moon's
ablaze
with
light
behind
pink
clouds
bright
orange
leaves
blow
through
the
gorge

it
was
a
windy
howlin'
moon
over
her
majesty
the
mountain

death
was
on
my
heart
I
couldn't
be
alone
I
sought
out
the
river

I'm
missing
the
spiral
staircase
the
bar
stools
that
flowered
couch
so
much

is
it
the
end
and
how
do
i
know
i
need
to
be
prepared
tell
me
so

I'll
paint
you
a
green
picture
of
the
sea
the
moon
some
trees
and
their
leaves

shea
said
emotions
were
like
the
weather
and
with
that
she'd
told
my
whole
life

it's
hard
to
describe
the
meaning
this
road
and
the
cassette
tape
have
for
me

my
childhood
was
in
the
sky
above
me
my
future
somewhere
in
the
land

we
watched
the
river
she
saw
the
moss
the
mud
I
saw
rocks
the
ripple
breeze

somebody
tell
me
a
poem
please
somebody
tell
me
a
poem

the
sky
let
me
down
tonight
it
was
there
then
it
wasn't
now
it's
cold

their
eyes
exchanged
meaningful
glances
but
he
didn't
like
her
meaning

classic
timeless
forever
cool
eternal
life
never
no
always
yes

to
hear
my
daughter
sing
let
it
go
you'd
think
angels
were
sighing

and
then
he
came
home
to
me
and
I
didn't
have
to
miss
him
anymore

like
a
birthday
or
a
pretty
view
something
we
can
all
relate
to

we
were
young
fresh
you
wrestled
me
on
the
video
poker
at
sandy
hut

i
caught
up
on
my
soap
today
i
feel
like
i
did
something
good

the
world
was
grey
and
slow
and
low
i
wanted
to
move
in
with
the
night

drunken
ira
hayes
coffee
sassy
friday
convos
that
was
about
it

the
sun
touched
the
moon
and
it
was
pink
with
that
one
star
right
next
to
it

there
were
so
many
things
running
through
her
mind
he
saw
them
all
in
her
eyes

she
said
come
here
ghost
and
then
they
did
a
slow
sultry
dance
together

am
i
losing
my
grip
on
you
poem
are
we
old
lovers
breaking
up

there
was
something
romantic
in
the
cheap
wine
and
the
way
the
sky
smelled

she
felt
delicious
sitting
beside
him
their
legs
touching
each
other's

I 

watched 

them 

look 

at 

each 

other's 

eyes 

and 

I 

hoped 

they 

would 

fall 

in 

love 

we'll
miss
you
my
king
on
your
journey
be
safe
and
come
home
to
us

I
want
to
be
your
muse
I
want
you
to
tell
me
I'm
the
only
one

I
wanted
all
my
poems
to
be
about
our
tender
kisses
and
your
legs

they
were
the
last
rose
blooms
of
the
season
but
how
could
I
have
known

i
didn't
want
to
be
at
the
party
i
wanted
to
be
naked

i'm
cursed
with
this
big
golden
heart
of
mine
with
all
its
love
inside
it

i
admired
his
legs
and
thought
in
mmmm's
and
aaaah's
how
i'd
write
his
book