I once met a guy who called himself Alex
Though he seemed kind of shy and thoughtful
He really was quite callous
Not only with my feelings
But also with my grievings
So we stopped talking & I moved to Dallas.
Now he was quite the different sort
The type you're never quite sure of
He became my lover but never my love
So broken-hearted and quite forlorn
I picked up my pieces
And began to move on.
Today I hear that he is alone
While I am happy with my beau
Loved & satisfied while he's reaped what he's sowed
What wicked things can come from mystery
How dreadful times can spring from our iniquity
While all I wanted was to re-write my history.
Friday, July 8, 2016
I once loved a boy...
I once met a guy who called himself Alex
Though he seemed kind of shy and thoughtful
He really was quite callous
Not only with my feelings
But also with my grievings
So we stopped talking & I moved to Dallas.
Now he was quite the different sort
The type you're never quite sure of
He became my lover but never my love
So broken-hearted and quite forlorn
I picked up my pieces
And began to move on.
Today I hear that he is alone
While I am happy with my beau
Loved & satisfied while he's reaped what he's sowed
What wicked things can come from mystery
How dreadful times can spring from our iniquity
While all I wanted was to re-write my history.
Though he seemed kind of shy and thoughtful
He really was quite callous
Not only with my feelings
But also with my grievings
So we stopped talking & I moved to Dallas.
Now he was quite the different sort
The type you're never quite sure of
He became my lover but never my love
So broken-hearted and quite forlorn
I picked up my pieces
And began to move on.
Today I hear that he is alone
While I am happy with my beau
Loved & satisfied while he's reaped what he's sowed
What wicked things can come from mystery
How dreadful times can spring from our iniquity
While all I wanted was to re-write my history.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
My First House
I'll soon be moving into my first house -
it'll really be like my first "home"
Though I started out in a house - it was never my home
Countless times I heard Louise (some of them called her Mom) say
"This is my house" - No, I'll treat you anyway I like.... now get off the phone!
Now I can talk for hours - plant and pick ALL of my flowers
No one can tell me what to do in my Home!
When I am tired I'll retreat to my sanctuary
and lay my burdens on the altar of my bed
I'll think any thoughts I like and relish the first one that pops into my head
I'll have parties whenever I want to -
only limited by the guest list and variety of my menu
Creativity will flourish and my soul it will sustain and nourish
I'll run through my house naked and laughing
She won't be able to come over and call me crazy
They're always be music and dancing
It will be my show place, my NO place and my do whatever I want place
There is NO place like HOME.
it'll really be like my first "home"
Though I started out in a house - it was never my home
Countless times I heard Louise (some of them called her Mom) say
"This is my house" - No, I'll treat you anyway I like.... now get off the phone!
Now I can talk for hours - plant and pick ALL of my flowers
No one can tell me what to do in my Home!
When I am tired I'll retreat to my sanctuary
and lay my burdens on the altar of my bed
I'll think any thoughts I like and relish the first one that pops into my head
I'll have parties whenever I want to -
only limited by the guest list and variety of my menu
Creativity will flourish and my soul it will sustain and nourish
I'll run through my house naked and laughing
She won't be able to come over and call me crazy
They're always be music and dancing
It will be my show place, my NO place and my do whatever I want place
There is NO place like HOME.
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