CrushI see you there,You see me hereI always go,In hopes your near.We see each other,Only a passing glance,And hope that maybe,There is a chance.
Why?Why do you do the things you do?Why do something, cause they're doing it too?Why bother with things oh so trivial?Why make enemies, foes, or rivals?Can't you see, they don't care for you.Don't you hear, about the things they do.
DreamsDreaming, dreaming, I'm far away,In a different world on a different day.I dream of lands great and far,I dream I've landed among the stars.Dreams may seem all sweet and nice,But even dreams can't suffice.Because when I wake my dreams all come trueTo think that I'm waking up next to you.
Re-definitionsUranus- a planet that resembles your buttEngagement- voluntary enslavementVan Gogh- the action of putting a mini van into motionUnderstand- to stand beneath somethingDown under- reference to a man's pantsWhiskey- to whisk batter at a fast paceGermany- a germ infected personSycamore- to get sicker than you previously wereSynonym- the stuff English teachers sprinkle on their toastSaturn- to sit on a chair and spinSamurai- a person named Sam who has lost an eye in an accidentRome- a city that can't stay in one place
ContradictionsI remember when I married you, ten years ago this day,Too bad that horrid memory will never go away.Your humor, your laugh, your smile, your charm,Too bad you're so ugly, so I don't give a darn.I remember the day I said, "I do."Who knew that day, would be the one I most rue.I thought you were perfect, my knight on a mighty steed,But you d**k is tiny and can't fulfill my need.
TowersPerhaps things may have been different,If those fateful planes never flew.Perhaps a nation wouldn't mourn,For those men we never knew.Perhaps those two towers,Would still be standing tall.Perhaps they would all have lived,If those towers never did fall.Perhaps I would still have my father,The man I never got to know.Perhaps things may have been different,If it didn't happen those ten long years ago.
Mama SaidMama said she'd always be there,Mama promised she wouldn't leave me here.She told me Mama's could never die...Well I guess what Mama told me was all a lie.
Fountain Of YouthIs it possible the more we learn, the stupider we get?For to grow is to learn, and to learn is to forget.To be a child and let your imagination roam,As your mind's eye wonders into things unknown.I wish, I could, be young once more,To find wonder in things I now ignore.Life has lost its sparkle, my eyes once held,Instead you cope with the hand life's dealt.I want to go back, to innocence and bliss,And remember what it was like to have youth's blessing kiss.