Juice from a fresh orange
Tangerine
Dripping down my fingers
Sweet juices
A flash flood
I think about
Last night
And lick them

I showed you my art
expecting an "ew"
But then you rolled up your sleeve
and said "I draw too"

I was a fool
   To think you would want
   What I wanted from you.
I was a fool
   For not knowing how
   To tell between real or true.
   I am two fools
       Now I have to laugh
       At myself for the jokes that they pull.

one, two, three teardrops fell;
behind these, you were the reason I can tell.
four, five, six steps away;
without anything, you are the cause, I say.

seven, eight, nine miles from peace;
I've been bothered, because of you at ease.
ten, eleven, twelve pairs of dresses;
next time, you won't be the reason of this sadness.

You know what they say about plagiarism ? It's the lowest form of flattery .

For you, my heart sings a song
Maybe one day, yours will sing along
More likely than not, I’ll sing alone
Too late, my love for you made known
Come someone else, in (due) time
That sings a song, that sings with mine
Surely by then, you’ll be bygone
And for another, you'll sing that song
Another that isn’t me