The other day I ran into Sean Lennon
He looked like he could use a good friend
We talked life over lattes at Starbucks
Then he pulled a bag out of Pop Rocks

He shared several stories of his father
Asked if I'd heard of his mother
And was I aware that Yoko
Perfectly rhymed with oh no

He played for me some of his music
Afterwards asked if I knew it
I said no but I do love it
And later on I might even hum it

I told him his friendship was perfect
And the cost of a latte was worth it
So we headed back down to Starbucks
But not before buying more Pop Rocks

Those eyes how they pierce into me and see all that I am. It's almost as though he's toying with me. He knows the way my body works. It's as though he finds pleasure in teasing me.
Those eyes how they pierce into me and see all that I am. He knows he has me and I've become submissive to his touch. So weak to his needs, only wanting to be everything he needs.
Those eyes how they pierce into me and see all that I am. Usually I have such control but he has me under his spell. Once again he has me wrapped around his little finger and he lets me know I am only his and his alone.

There is a choke in my throat
An exhale waiting to be had
A river of tears running through
A mountain of sad

A silent scream
on the tip of my tongue
Stays silent
because it's all been said and done

What there was, is gone
I know that now
What I can't swallow
Is the why or the how

It stays there, like a choke in my throat
As I go through my day
Feeling tears that never run
And thinking things I'll never say

Love, it may so happen,
Love, it works, I tell you.
Never stop saying, as your always saying,
“Nothing, nothing but love.”
You alone, shall be you
And I, love you

you are one good thing,
in much that is bleak
but your made up of,
many good things,
like your laugh,
a special treat

i say this because,
it hardly comes around
i wish i could invite it to dinner,
and take it out to town

because when your goofy grin,
appears right out of thin air,
i think just for a second,
i might be good enough,
to dare

to love you,
and care for,
every good thing that you are,
and tell you how much i wish,
i could compete,

because all my good things,
have been previously scared

dream of lilies,
blues and whites
in their little islands,
flower of the starlight,
flower of the water.