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