On the right side of his highness
popcorn and soda
a code book and the road to
salvation.

Falling forever in love it was never like this.

Intuition tells me that superstition is just that
I throw salt over my shoulder anyway.

Moments go by and I see them in the eye
of the storm and she makes men
crumble,
I stumble over myself at times, but
that's permissible
although
inadmissible in evidence

I lost the war but every battle scar reminds me
that the fight was worth it all
and I fall for her all over again.