There was this city, she's been in
destroyed, will ever to be built again;
All there is left to do
Is try fighting over her land.
I have this fear, I think of not being
and I am unable to sleep
amongst the city scapes.
expelled, having confided with demons.
Next to nothing is this woman
She has bags full of cheerios, and overweight;
She too comes to this same spot
As I am, exhausted, at this coffee shop
From all the extra weight she carries.
She says with the heights
Of each new t.v season
Watch for my systems, turning time
of its wonderful fall colors.
They tell us where to go to see them.
the city rising
With its icons dieing, and monuments
Made in stone, to give us many stories.
We are trained to draw the lines
Work to serve devil's-food cake and slurpees.
All for all and none for none
What am I here for
In my middle age left to do
But band together the few
Who are lost in their mazes.
At the end of another season
I am going around fishing holes
Catching up with a winter's fever
And will ask you here-
By that old fir tree first
we found her-
Here, is where we come to cheat our diets;
I’m so afraid I saved a date,
to go back to that first kiss
leaves began to stumble
as legs from their limbs-
fall away and let me in.
-3 witches