You stand there O so innocently.
Your morals - clean and white...

I came so quiet
So shy and meek...

Some people may talk of their path through life
or maybe their broken road...

I liked this one guy
that i wrote on before...

Her ice cold hands
and cold blue stare...

The circles get darker and wider to see
fatigue is my mistress...

He creeps in the night
he has no life...

"Come on Beth, you will be late,"
Rose said just as the clock struck eight...

Bright blue eyes appear so quick
for lunch he knows just what to pick...

I'm a pecan shell - I'm tough to undo
you cannot do it and desire a clue...

Why does she put herself
through all of that...

Do you remember the things long past
when everything was new...