The day is over and still so heavy on the mind. In flew glowing, smiling mother, butterfly in yellow. To join the frowning cactus crowd. Finding flowers even there to flutter round.
(PT Lauren). The knot's still tight , so am I. But the bitterness is about to die. It comes in all forms , shapes and sizes. Though not for me. My colors bright , it hurts the eye.
Do As The Living Do. ===================. You can't think of worries. They might bury you. What good can they do?. They just make you blue. And time is on your side.
(PT Lauren). Look now and you'll waste the day. And I won't see through your heart anyway. We'll shake hands and we'll crawl again. And I really think you are my friend.
Dear Robert Graves. ------------------. Dear Robert Graves, I got your last letter. Is it that bad? on your side of the ocean?. You seem to live under the clouds above us.
(PT Lauren , K-Dee). Daddyish brother is the silly me. Take five, another and feel like vitamin c. Can't take me all for yourself. So don't waste your time on me.
We're curious about the one he loves. We're getting carried away with our guesses. What is she like? We want to know. She'll be the bride of our dear brother.
(PT Lauren , K-Dee). Just another day in a rotten world, you say. Man , I must be gay. 'Cause I'm so in love with myself all the day. Look , the little man's getting away.
Here I am, a sort of prisoner, my body is the cell. And, perhaps you are the cell key. I have all day long to sit here and all day is a long time. But my legs don't want to move me now.
Blue could be a winter coat. or the sea, Lake Maureen, a window. or a downpour on my street.. This bit of yellow could be a leaf. or a beam of light, a girl in a taxi..
I thought that it was just a fluke. When I heard that London Bridge was falling. Now, I fall from dizzy heights and expectations. Why do I hit the ground so hard?.
Can't Anybody Stay Together. ===========================. Oh no, oh no..Prince Charming's leaving on. And Cinderella's running along. No glass slipper this time and no more compromise.
All day, since your haircut in the morning,. you have looked like a painting, even more than usual.. We are in the wind, planting the maples.. We meet an older man who seems to know.
What can we do as a family?. What plan can we devise. That accommodates everyone's schedule. And still survives?. . At the alter of progress. The family is sacrificed.
And you live your life with your arms stretched out.. Eye to eye when speaking.. Enter rooms with great joy shouts,. happy to be meeting.. And bright,.
This is how I love you. . I wish for a shade I can pull. I feel so afraid of watching you grow up. This love hurts to much. . And I try to build a wall.
I was home by the winter. I was home from the school town, undecided.. And questions came, like,. What did you say you're doing now?. . Well, I, I had hopes for my music and I imagined their faces said.
As I Can. --------. Our life in the water. Is not what it once was. I was thinking yesterday. That I might go ashore. . But This is where I'll stay. And This is where I live.
Another Autumn. --------------. Will you walk out with me. I've been wishing for this saved dance. I don't know why we're running unexpected. This is altogether really, altogether too much sitting.
An Old Sunday. -------------. Atticus of an old Sunday. When you past me sitting on the step. On the porch, waiting for thunder. And all of you came by like a parade.