I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.

I am writing these poems
From inside a lion,
And it's rather dark in here.
So please excuse the handwriting
Which may not be too clear.
But this afternoon by the lion's cage
I'm afraid I got too near.
And I'm writing these lines
From inside a lion,
And it's rather dark in here.

I'm sorry that I'm not perfect
But you aren't too
So stop acting like I'm the bad guy
Because the world doesn't revolve around you

He saw the scars
On her wrist
She thought he would let go
But he held her by her hips
He pulled her close
And kissed her lips

He wiped the tears
Streaming down her face
As he said
*I love you
Everything will be okay
You will always be mine
So please stay