Society's "prince charming"
is a lie I'm tired
of dealing with.
See, I got this guy
and he's definitely
not perfect.
Can't always make
me feel better,
sometimes drives me
completely insane.
Doesn't say good morning
every morning,
doesn't act like I'm
the main thing
in his life
'cause I'm not.
He's got his life
and I got mine
and they just happen
to coincide.
But he...
He's god eyes like
starlight,
got me makin'
a million wishes,
every night.
Got me sayin',
"hey, there's the big dipper!"
Keeping me fascinated
like some little kid
with a toy telescope.
If his eyes are starlight,
then his smile is sunshine,
lighting up my world
albeit only part of the time.

In a life that's so grounded,
he provides me with a sky.
There's rain, storms, and lightning,
but he's so worth it, this guy
is NOT my prince charming;
maybe he's just
the frog.
But he's mine
and he's all
I'll ever need.

We've got nothing to do &
Nowhere to go

It's a quiet late afternoon
An orange ambient sky
+ you & I

Under the oak tree in
My family's ranch

Coming from toxic homes and
Chemical airs and dying American dreams

Coming from crying-baby apartments
And alcohol-bottle floors

Both laying down here thinking we
Hadn't had a fair chance

Until we found each other.

And as the sun sinks into the land
Our shade spreads out everywhere

And as the cars create a muffled roar
Just past the tree-line,
I think,

"Maybe one day we'll be
Anywhere but here"

Your smile
tastes of mint smoke.
It’s refreshing
against the taste of my tears
and the drink you gave me
to stop them.
Your eyes
trace their way down
my body
seeing
knowing
touching
every little sweet spot
long forgotten.
Your hands
melt into mine;
a connection revisited.
And for a moment
I see in your gaze
that (love lust longing) we shared.
I blink
and it is gone
in the moonlight
and blinking light
from your clock.
So I close my eyes
and let the smell of tobacco
in your hair
and the smile against my lips
bring me
to a dark connection
I know far too well.
We can be together.
Just one more time.
Just for tonight.

What is it with this fatal attraction
For my soul that’s what it is
I have tried hard to ignore it
And not always give in

Erase you from my heart and mind
To be free from you at last
But every time you’re near
I simply have no chance

What is it about you
Keeps me wanting more
Your eyes mesmerize me
And pull me into your world

Your body makes my pulse race
I undress you with my eyes
I wish it were just physical
I’d have walked away by now

I love the way your mind works
Even if I don’t always understand
You make me think about things
That I never have before

The way you make me smile
And the way you make me laugh
Is just another of your facets
That keeps me coming back

I love the way you accept me
Like it’s ok to be myself
I let my guard down around you
And I take off my many masks

You seem to understand me
Even with all my many quirks
You even seem to tolerate me
When I’m acting like a *****

There’s so much more about you
That I just can’t find the words
To tell all the reasons
That you're driving me  berserk

That’s why I keep staring at you
With such passion in my eyes
You're my fatal attraction
And that I can’t deny.

You said you like my shampoo,
but you love me more.
I didn’t shower for weeks, tucked my
***** limbs where they couldn’t be seen,
just to make you grin.

Your lips met my forehead,
tasted black waves, dyed to straw,
that stuck to your mouth in the wind.
I regret to admit
the hurricane soon fled.

I bathed today, in dish soap,
and focused on my feet,
then cut off the hair you kissed,
because it had grown too lengthy.
I waited as long as I could;
my eyes aren’t visible,
and I tripped over a rug this morning.

I’m bidding farewell to you –
the last trace of
your body on mine.
And I want to cry.

You said you'd come to tea
so I made a cake
chocolate sweet; maraschino filled;
girdled with a satin blue ribbon;
set out the prettiest plates;
hand painted with forget-me-nots.
And from the darkest corner of a drawer
found a single candle to celebrate the day.
I'd understand if you had 'phoned,
but now the chocolate lends a bitter taste
and even the despairing posies have given up all hope
as the candle's flame flickers my ever waiting shadow.

I want a guy who can just shut up,
one who can enjoy silence.
Who doesn't try to impress me,
one with pure benevolence.

I want a guy who will lay next to me
and hold me in his arms.
So we can waste precious hours,
protected from any harm.

I want a guy who listens to music
and feels it in his soul.
Who will listen to Neil Young,
and his albums as a whole.

I want a guy to need me
as much as I need him.
But guys these days seem different,
the chances are fairly slim.

I'm a girl who's naive
but not in an ignorant way.
I just believe I will find love
some unexpected day.