Today I burned your lettersFilled with all your liesThe smell of broken promisesEven stung my eyesI tore up all your picturesAnd cast them in the flam..
I fell in love with a tree stumpWell, my wife's wooden legPart of that tree helps her walkWith another part, I made a kegI fill that thing full of roo..
When Winter dies it's always sadThe clouds begin to cryThe flowers grow to let us knowThat Winter has said goodbyeWinter held on as long as she couldB..
I've paid the dues that all must payYet the hurt continues to growCan a broken heart lead to death?For each day I think it's soWhat was my sin to ange..
Poets write with inspirationWhile mending their broken wordsThey can shape them into beautiful thingsLike the flowers or the birdsSome are shaped like..
Held captive by her agonyHer quill, the hero's swordShe writes like a damsel in distressWith freedom as her rewardHer knights in shining armorAre the ..
In a brand new box of crayonsA love begins to sproutBlack and White would finally meetWhen the box was emptied outBlack was used each time he fellWhil..
My wife asked me to do the shoppingThen handed me a grocery listIt wasn't very big, just some household stuffAnd some other things that she had missed..
Romeo and Juliet, was written second bestFor even Shakespeare himself, could have only guessedThat somewhere in a future place, a story would soon unf..
She sits all alone in an empty roomAnd silently watches it rainShe draws with her finger, a bride and groomIn her breath that's on the paneOnly twelve..