Poem DumpDear, I'll be your nightingale,Sing songs to you for free.Just send away that blue jay,And say that you love me.-Fog on the windowsill.You draw on me with a thumb-pad,Making what you want.I'm fading, fading, fading; nowJust a lover's haunt.-The boy deserves the galaxies,The planets, the sun, and stars.The fates give him black holes.-Let's wear stripes upon big sweaters,And soak our hair in bleach.Nautical is the way to go,Life is such a beach!-If I wanted life to be hard,I'd be a diamond.-Here's the man I like the best,Lets me sleep on his soft chest.-I'd surely find the way to sayThe thou
A RiddleI made the boxes with naught but air,And an odd little plane that's as thin as the air.Delicate stars, I make them too.As fast as I can; for they're long overdue.And I make the birds that cannot fly.And yet, I know they'll yearn for sky.How did I make them? (oh, if only you knew!)I tell you something:Paper's the clue.
NeroI need to go somewhere and be the heroAnd then I'll burn out just like Nero'Cause I won't love or sleep or bleed.My fiddle and I are all I'll need.And if my old dame tries to smotherI'll do as he did to his motherAnd though I'm not from AntiumI'll soon find myself growing numb'Cause I don't love or sleep or bleed.My fiddle and I are all I need.And when I rule, they all will sing'Cause everybody wants a kingWho doesn't love or sleep or bleedAnd their self and a fiddle is all that they need
This is adorable! It makes me smile bunches
Love, Liz