A chill down my spine
Breath hangs in the air
Frost on the window
Winter is near
The last leaf falls
Grass turns to brown
Me and my shadow
Forlorn and worn out
November comes
Again every year
Once more alone
Hollow and vacant.

I would serenade you with guitar but my fingers are too clumbsy,
I would sing you a love song but I cannot hit a note,
I would paint you a masterpiece but my hand is not steady,
I would dance with you forever but I have no sense of rhythm,
There are many things in this world that I cannot be for you,
But I can hold you, kiss you, love you and always be true.

I'm falling
No anchor to reality
No net to break fall
The plummet continues
Nothing to hold on to
Deeper with every dream
The blood boils
The pain sears
Rage ripping through skin
Tears breaking past eyes
Shivers quaking body
Segregated from contact
All alone
In the dark
Only solitude
All that is inside me
All that is not there

I need something new
old is painful, rarely true
what I would give for something new
to be one half of a part of two
in my dreams I see something new
something beautiful, rare, and few
my heart longs for something new
to kiss precious lips that God drew
I need something new
I need someone like you

I have a thumb nail, yes I do.
I have a thumb nail, I have two.
They are pink, but when cold are blue.
I have a thumb nail, so do you.
I have a thumb nail, yes I do.

Three days of bliss
your hand in mine
three days to kiss
your lips so fine
three days of lust
your eyes meet mine
three days of trust
our bodies entwined
three days turn to night
neither time nor space is fair
three days in your light
this time away I cannot bare

One shot two shots three shots four

Five shots six shots seven shots floor

Tiny bubbles in my whiskey

makes me happy makes me feel frisky

seven and sevens on the rocks or sours

whiskey has some magical powers