you came to me,
and told a poem
you've wrote for me

i didn't like it
for it lacked
some kind of wit
that i was finding

another fellow came to me
and wrote the same kind of
poetry

i loved it, not because
it's lovely
but because his looks
were charming

i brushed you off
not knowing why
for maybe i was being
sly

i got too busy looking
at facades to later
then be filled with awes
when i should be looking
at the innermost that i
could live to be engrossed

to see you now
writing poems, which are good
to read utmost
but those words that are written
aren't for me no more

What use is sleep when your spirit
And perhaps your heart,
Have surrendered to a power that you could not resist if you wanted.
The fire is lit anew and the engines,
Stoked as high as they ever have been,
Very rarely.
Forget sleep!
You can take sleep and stuff it!
We're running this train at full steam now boys!
We're plowing through,
Day and night,
Brick and mortar!
We're not stopping!
So you take your sleep,
And forget it.

why do we teach children the wrong things*
why do we tell children* if they are being teased by the opposite gender, it's love
why do we tell children that santa claus and the easter bunny exist
why do we tell children that everything is going to be okay

we are teaching children that love starts slightly abusive
we are teaching children imaginative creatures just to tell them they don't exist later
we are teaching children that all pain goes away

Bloom, bloom.
My spring is not determined by your winter's end.
Bloom, bloom.
I'm blossoming all on my own, and I'm more beautiful that I'm alone.
Bloom, bloom.
You know I'll never let you soil my flower bed.
Bloom, bloom.
You're a **** of a man, and I'm a daffodil of a woman.
Bloom, bloom.
Without you, I bloom, bloom.

They call me The Astronaut, cause she was my World you see?
Until she needed Space, and decided she'd leave me.
Now I am just drifting, alone in the Galaxy.
The Stars I'm passing by, they don't look like Stars to me.