What have I brought ..? Havoc Love... carried in a bucket Cancered by holes And spilled along my path Squeaky handle Rusted parts My shoulders shirking my burden And the responsibility
With stars in my eyes I had asked: Where should we go to dinner? Do you like my dress? What color are my eyes... right this very second? Would you get a load of me and this ******* twinkle!
It was so bright he could not stand the view.
Along the path: A scenic overlook Down below it ... way down nestled prettily amongst tall Oak And pale Sycamore A brown river I had once daintily dipped my toes in, in front of him.. And had cannonballed in naked While hollering like a banshee Behind him
It is unfortunate he did not witness the show... so grand it had uprooted the rookery
So grand .. Even today the bird stands Talk smoke and grey On watch And hoping to catch it again
Such were the stars in my eyes... such were the stars in my eyes.
Blue and wetted vision occurred Morning after morning As I woke to his posture looming Over my sleepy face And his remark: You look so beautiful, So peaceful
But the look on his face.....
Another hole in the bucket. My load lighter, My boots muddied