a little
bakery.
flowers of life,
not of fabric.
love and bliss.

then there was nothing left.
of the crème brûlée.

Tik Tok of the fainting clock,
still time it tells.

Drip Drop of the faucet,
not of a wishing well.

Chiming Chiming of the wind,
setting many spells.

Love can not be won,
it can not prevail.

But as I'm faint, wishing, weeping....
only Time will tell.

When it rains, darling it pours.
My broken spirit is a lot like yours.
Two people couldn’t meet,
and their hearts, both were weak.
But here we are, this is true.
You’re in front of me, I in front of you.
What could happen?
Magic! you say.
All I know is that you’re the best part,
the very best part of my day.

to you, lovely.

She told me
Today
You’re through.
You. Her.
Done.
I’m sorry that
Isn’t what you want to hear.
But
Maybe it’s what you need to?