Your couch has gone from
Mysterious to
Comfortable, quickly to
Inviting, and then
Peaceful,
Becoming necessary and
Right before my eyes it changes to
Lusting, then a chance of
Loving, and back to lusting, until
Another wide turn to the start:
Mysterious.
But it never goes back to
Comfortable again, it is
Frightening, another change
To inevitable,
Controlling to
Addicting, and soon
I am thinking in
Circles, back to lusting,
But the couch has stayed
The same, and
It is only me who is seeing things
Differently

Rock-a-Bye-baby, in the tree top
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock
They left you hanging there,
Safe, they thought.
The sun-seasoned breeze rocked you
Too-and-fro, too-and-fro.

And who could say that you were any less than innocent?
Twenty fruits in six sturdy trees,
If any one of them falls
Does it make
A sound?

It ripples whole oceans,
Storms blown all over America by the Big Bad Wolf,
We thought his breath
Could do little more than rustle the leaves.

Little did we know he would blow
Not-yet-ripe fruits to the ground.
When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall
Down will come baby, cradle and all.

Please don't ask me if I'm from Tennessee.
I don't want to hear its because I'm the only ten you see.

But if like my friend, and you were creative with them.
Maybe they would work.
"If you were a ski trail you would be a green circle because you're easy."
Or
"I'm wasted. But this ****** in my pocket doesn't have to be. "

Okay so probably not, but maybe she would laugh and maybe if he complemented her after,
she would shed layers and they could crawl under sheets together.

But no girl has so Travis I'm sorry to say,
Pick up lines don't work, that's why you're still a ******.

I'm not your little girl.
I will not tremble as you raise your voice.
I can see rage as it
runs through your veins.
They show in your neck as
you scream in my ear,
that I need to respect you
because you are my father.

I feel no fear,
I know who you are.

You take providing for your family as control.
Am I  supposed to respect you because you own my soul?
You are the teacher of disappointment.
To get respect you must earn it.

So *******, No.
I'm not going to change my attitude.