Stomach churns
Face burns
Palms sweat
Teeth set

Fists tight
Words bite
Staggered breath
Glare death.

Narrowed eyes
Composure dies
Fury ignites
Devoid of delights.

Pounding head
Anger dead
****** ****,
And knuckles numb.

Tales told
Locals hold
Grimly gaze
On younger days.

Oh heart!
Why dost thou make pain so fierce, As fiery wind across red dirt of desert's plain. Dost thou have no fear of breaking?

      Why so brave, thou heart mine, that risks all thy pain, all thy love? Will thou join me instead in solitude, may thou not steal away as my bane?
Or as the canine lets holler his mighty, great bark, will thou leave my persuasions in vain?

So decidith, dost thou to abandon me here, like the sun leaves the moon with all poise?
Or will thou make amends to me in pity, and allow me to make my own choice?

So heart, here's adeu, for thy has chosen me not, and thou adores whomever thy might.
And here I will stay, waiting for thy still, and heartbreak will rage through the night.

I wish for a fair trade
Given to us by birth
An exchange of one for another
To give and get equal worth.

Perhaps this is greedy
Perhaps this is wrong.
But if a choice could be given
I'd be where I belong.

See, I don't belong here
Stuck with drama and thought.
I wish I could be different
But humanity's what I caught.

But if I could make a trade.
For something who's worth is the same,
I'd chose the wings, the flight.
Than to be stuck here; earthbound and tame.

To lift off into the beauty of birds
To give my humanity instead.
No pain, no worries, no cares
Anxiety gone, with dread.

Yet fair this would be,
For I'd lose as well.
I'd lose all the good things,
Memories, family,  love's spell.

So maybe it's a fair trade that I seek
To escape from Gravity's grasp.
But still, here I am, and forever I'll wish
For that fair trade that'll come at long last

"Get right down! From that horse," he said,
As high and as proud as the champion's stead.
"Come right out, and we'll settle this fair,
And the folk all around will hide from the square.
Draw on three and we'll see who's best,
Loser gets to leave and the winner gets the rest."
One, two, three, and the bangs hit the sky,
And the ranger hits the ground and I leave him there to fry.
"And if you decide to come back 'round,
Just remember  that the sheriff has a hold of this town!"
That boy runnoft back the way he came
Cause this devil's just a girl, but the sheriff just the same.