When I was younger I asked my father who his best friend was. He replied without hesitation, your mother. I repeated the question because I didn't think he understood, he answered the same again. I explained to him that I meant out of his friends Phil, Brian, Mark, and Todd which of them did he consider his best friend? He interrupted before I could finish,

"Son, she is my best friend, I do everything with her and don't want to do anything with anyone else." I understand what he means now.

The island of you is where I stay
You're the tune that stays ringing in my ear
I'm a vacant body without you by my side
When you come near the island becomes my world,
The song comes to life and I am alive

Feels like my heart is just a toy packaged,
Sold,
Returned,
And repeated
I'm an action figure begging to be played with but lately I haven't seen any action
I yearn to be in the hands of someone who loves me,
Reflecting in the eyes of captivated satisfaction
Play dates are my fate but as of late they haven't been so great
They pick me up toss me round
Then leave me on the ground for my body to be found
I lay shroud, wet, cold, and alone,
Chewed up and spit out like a dogs bone
This boy is a toy but has brought no hearts joy
So I'm repackaged,
Returned,
And receipted
Hanging in the isle again,
I've never felt so defeated

The first birds sang,
Welcoming the morning light
While simultaneously singing
Goodnight to the moonlight
Salutations from the crashing of tides,
Waves lugubriously swaying
Goodbye to the stars that died
The moon has went away
And now is the suns turn to play
Clouds proficient and prompt
Part ways for rays to shine through
Grass meets the morning new
With a sprinkled shower,
Fresh droplets of dew
An hour of rush,
The breeze blows into town
Shakes with the brush,
The leaves tremble by the touch of the gust
The shiny yellow toy in the sky
Reveals itself and brings joy to the land
Its common fellow
Replenishing regards to the ground
Once charred by lightning at large
Flowers bustle to bloom,
The scent of pollen
Fills the wilderness room
Rivers race frantically down stream,
Until rindling off and becoming
Unwildly mild
Glistening glaciers gracefully
Fall into the frigid frozen sea,
Escalating to a depth where
Only darkness can strive to be
All that it can't see
This is where quakes occur
In the trenches of the mariana deep,
And this happens
All while I'm asleep

I need a woman, not a girl
Someone to make plans, not break plans
If time is of the essence,
Then I'm just giving my two cents
And putting a period at the end of this lament.
I need a lady who does what she wants when she pleases,
Someone who comes and never goes without reason
Someone enamored with me as much as I'm swooned by them
I need a woman to stick around until the end

It's funny how people act when their clothes are on the floor
As if they've know each other forever
But still yearning to know more
The purpose of winter,
For me to keep you warm
The chances of sleep,
Slight in this storm
Bundle up for the below freezing weather
This is Texas in December
We'll shine all night until the morning
When we'll flicker like an ember
Fingers locked, bodies tight, we can't be torn
Lips met, skin pressed and we are warm
Sleep is nowhere in this storm

Mercy mercy mercy me
How unmerry loneliness can be
Tisk tisk tisk a tad
No one to accompany me
So here here I sit,
Fragile underneath the pecan tree