With me as a poodle
and you being you...
Pendle Hill
How cool the woodland carpet feels...
"I play this trumpet so I can comfort
those in court who can but frown...
Just like the moon and sun
that paint over one another...
Under a shadow
and the rooster’s crow...
A blow to the back for the spot I left on a bowl-
It's what I deserve...
A youthful but wounded soul
You never really felt whole...
Forget me cause You left and my son is growing up...
I sit there and I tell him the truth: I say son...
We were raised by your many hands
To hold and guide us all...
Little nose
Little hands...
Upon a crystallized morn
you were born unto me...
People always disappoint u no matter how hard you...
I wish certain people were nice all the time...