Oh, dreadful night, with blood-stained claws to kill my soul you make your laws and won’t allow me to my rest, my dream of how to build a nest…
The earth and dust that are my need – hope’s m…
On a certain river bank
Where my love loves walking
I cannot but be frank:
The photographer went stalking.
And there from behind a wall
I saw my love appear:
He was so fine, so slim, so…
How I love those late summer nights
the fresh salty air, good friends,
you want to cry of happiness
and feel the world is at your feet,
But how I hate those late summer nights
and the fals…
One day I realized that
nobody
had ever written me
a poem
so I started writing
the poems I missed.
They’re good,
but I imagine not as good
as the poems
someone else could write you.
I used to be stable
had a goal a purpose
a direction
then you came along
and I don’t know
where I’m going any more
but
I’m sure it’s the right way.