Underneath the painted rock
you'll find a key
I ain't much for hiding
but that's just me
There's a book of pomes (yeah, pomes)
beneath my pillow
You might find one or two
to your liking
But that's a'right if you don't
I wrote 'em
for you, any ol' way
Come September
if I don't remember
where I hid my key
That book of pomes'll be
still beneath my pillow
If you care
to take a read.

r ~ 7/12/14

It's answering my phone in the middle of the night
Just to make sure that you're alright
It's stopping by randomly
Because I consider you family

I am always here for you
No matter what you choose to do

Oh Silly haiku
I disdain you,  off beat, you
Never make sense

Alas magic is not true
Once, it was to me
But then I met you
And you stole the magic so quickly

Put high on a shelf
Behind steel bars
Trapped in a jar
The magic left myself

A heartache
Leads to heartbreak
Making life easy to take
Not caring bout the sorrowful wake