I want to wake up with the rain falling on a tin roof.
I want to wake up next to you lying softly by my shoulder.
Then, while listening to the soft metal’s gently ringing,
I would gently wake you with a shower of kisses
Let’s see, fought the Wal-Mart crowd
bought milk, bread and eggs,
bought dog food, cat food, hamburger,
hot dogs, buns, mayonnaise, ravioli,
And Cinnamon skies,
And Cinnamon lives
A murdered poet? Is it true?
What the hell should we do?
Should we bid ourselves adiu?
A psychological fear
Must be so strong,
To block out sane,
All day long.
I love you really
I do love you.
I think about you everyday
And night your in my mind.
Three rows of letters,
In white little squares
As you silently stare.
Happiness. Can’t say I’ve ever had it.
Once I met a gleaming happy person,
He was beaming as he asked me to sit,
Said he would tell me how to have some fun.