we 

smelled 

every 

flower 

looked 

at 

every 

tree 

we 

walked 

very 

slowly 

that
get
some
bourbon
in
ya
gettin'
a
little
suburban
feeling

the
children
sleep
on
your
side
when
you're
gone
I
wear
your
shirt
use
your
fork

have 

I 

said 

enough 

I 

haven't 

said 

anything 

I've 

said 

it 

all 

before 

and
anyone
who's
ever
had
a
heart
wouldn't
turn
around
break
it

-lou reed

he 

doesn't 

want 

to 

be 

my 

everything 

it's 

too 

much 

pressure 

but 

he 

is 

she's
a
witch
from
an
ancient
line
of
gypsies
she
doesn't
walk
she
floats

all
the
songs
sing
your
kisses
will
get
me
through
the
night
it's
true
they
do

that
skipped
beat
they
talk
about
is
his
hand
suddenly
around
my
heart

I
watched
my
life
like
a
palm
tree
my
heart
film
noir
lit
by
desert
lamplight

I
would
build
a
small
house
in
the
tall
grass
and
hide
away
from
the
wind

I've
had
enough
of
this
continual
rain
changes
are
coming
no
doubt

-crystal gayle

she
wrote
stories
with
raindrops
she
wrote
songs
with
the
wind
she
was
the
light

she
started
walking
and
thought
if
she
wasn't
careful
she
may
not
stop

darkness
fell
but
only
for
a
moment
before
I
knew
it
it
was
light

suddenly
I
was
home
in
my
bed
like
it
had
all
been
just
a
dream

I
stood
amongst
the
tumbleweed
like
their
mother
his
lips
begged
to
be
kissed

bones
made
from
troubled
earth
I
have
my
mother's
hips
and
my
father's
nose

just
because
something
falls
apart
in
your
hands
doesn't
mean
you
broke
it

-coleman stevenson

I
go
and
spoil
it
all
by
saying
something
stupid
like
I
love
you

-frank & nancy sinatra

take
me
back
to
the
jungle
to
the
sea
take
me
where
I've
never
been

let's
pretend
our
bed
is
a
snow
cave
or
a
treehouse
or
a
makeshift
raft

under
the
boardwalk
down
by
the
sea
is
how
she
always
seems
to
me

he's
a
father
he
tucks
them
in
and
kisses
their
heads
so
they'll
remember

he'd
handed
to
me
the
gift
of
him
the
sex
in
his
voice
his
breath

red
with
rage
green
with
envy
pink
blushing
yellow
with
fear
blue
blue
blue

she
asked
me
when
we
were
going
to
die
I
felt
so
close
to
her
then

come
in
demon
make
yourself
at
home
would
you
care
for
a
cup
of
tea

I
left
that
feel
with
her
it
wasn't
my
feel
to
feel
anymore

the
poems
saved
me
when
I
thought
I
couldn't
go
on
they
pulled
me
back
in