Till the day I die

Please don't cry
For the ghost and the storm outside Will not invade this sacred shrine Nor infiltrate your mind
My life down I shall lie
If the bogey-man should try
To play tricks on your sacred mind
To tease, torment, and tantalise
Wavering shadows loom
A piano plays in an empty room
There'll be blood on the cleaver tonight
And when darknesss lifts and the room is bright
I'll still be by your side
For you are all that matters And I'll love you to till the day I die There never need be longing in your eyes
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine
Ceiling shadows shimmy by
And when the wardrobe towers like a beast of prey
There's sadness in your beautiful eyes
Oh, your untouched, unsoiled, wonderous eyes
My life down I shall lie
Should restless spirits try To play tricks on your sacred mind I once had a child, and it saved my life
And I never even asked his name I just looked into his wondrous eyes And said : "never never never again"
And all too soon I did return Just like a moth to a flame
So rattle my bones all over the stones I'm only a beggar-man whom nobody owns
Oh, see how words as old as sin Fit me like a glove
I'm here and here I'll stay
Together we lie, together we pray There never need be longing in your eyes
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine
Mine Climb up on my knee, sonny boy Although you're only three, sonny boy You're - you're mine And your mother she just never knew
Oh, your mother ... As long ... as long ... as long I did my best for her I did my best for her.

Blush

Dear Joan,

Sometimes your laughter, so sharply sweet-icicles bathed in raw, warm honey-twirls up and palms the back of my throat, caressing those twitching cords. And I cannot speak (merely momentary).

It is like this, a catch of cold breath just behind the uvula, and subsequent sigh of relief as one bravely exhales-that defines our love. After this fickle see-saw of days gone by, you and I are WE. And I am in awe. Of you. Of us. Of the world through those piercingly peaceful eyes.

Cheers,

To love.

To laughter.

To finding something incandescent in every little thing.

To us, dollface.

I am proud of your patience, and would be nowhere without the constant expectation of your arms, around me always, sometime soon.

Happy anniversary, you’re the champion of my all.

Love,

Joan

Men

They hail you as their morning star

Because you are the way you are.

If you return the sentiment,

They'll try to make you different;

And once they have you, safe and sound,

They want to change you all around.

You moods and ways they put a curse on;

They'd make of you another person.

They cannot let you go your gait;

They influence and educate

They'd alter all that they admired.

They make me sick, they make me tired.

Dreams

Dear John,



Now here you go again
You say you want your freedom
Well, who am I to keep you down?
It's only right that you should
Play the way you feel it

But listen carefully to the sound
Of your loneliness
Like a heartbeat drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering
What you had
And what you lost...
And what you had...
And what you lost

(Oooooh)

Oh, thunder only happens when it's raining
Players only love you when they're playing
Say, women...they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean, you'll know
You'll know

Now here I go again, I see, the crystal visions
I keep my visions to myself
It's only me
Who wants to wrap around your dreams and...
Have you any dreams you'd like to sell?
Dreams of loneliness...
Like a heartbeat drives you mad...
In the stillness of remembering
What you had
And what you lost...
What you had...
Ooh, what you lost

Pasta dinner

Dear John,

We work together, so it's weird. But I secretly like you because of your designer trousers and the hole in your left sock. You stuck by my side all night and I can't help but think it's because you secretly like me back. I know you don't smoke, and I do but it's fun anyway.

Srsly

Dear Joan,

Is it so hard to adore me and don't question my mistakes?

See me for what I really am, PERFECT

Love,
John

Egg

Dear Chicken,

Inexperience and a pinch of aloof are no longer an excuse for hurting ones feelings. I feel trapped in a box you conceal somewhere between your heart and your genitals. My brief appearance in your life will continue to go unknown according to your actions.

Night Time

You mean that much to me
And it's hard to show
Gets hectic inside of me
When you go
Can I confess these things
To you
Well I don't know
Embedded in my chest
And it
Hurts to hold

I couldn't spill my heart
My eyes gleam looking in from the dark
I walk out in stormy weather
Hold my words, keep us together
Steady walking but bound to trip
Should release but just tighten my grip

Night time
Sympathize
I've been working on
White lies
So I'll tell the truth
I'll give it up to you
And when the day come
It will have all been fun
We'll talk about it soon

And I couldn't spill my heart
My eyes gleam
Looking in from the dark
I walk out in stormy weather
Hope my words keep us together
Steady walking but bound to trip
Should release but just tighten my grip

Night time
Sympathize
I've been working on
White lies
So I'll tell the truth
I'll give it up to you
And when the day come
It will have all been fun
We'll talk about it soon

Not much

Dear John,

Is it really too much to ask to put your penis only in me? C'mon Really?

Baby I Miss You

Dear Johnny,

Castle in the Cloud

Dear John,

You always make me feel better. I forget everything else when I hear your voice, I don't think about how everything seems like its falling apart. You and I, we're just going to end up being two confused and overly complicated old people together- but that's just how we are.