On Your High Horse
It must be wonderful...

As I look at these poems
I've written to share with you...

She's beautiful and glamorous
Filled with fortune and fame...

These whispers haunt me
Constantly telling me...

When the time is right
I'll tell you how I feel...

I am your best friend
We've been like that for years...

I was waitressing down at the diner
When a man in a wheelchair came in...

If you could ...
Turn off the radio. Just switch the song...

I wish that he'd just walk away
I can't take this horrid smell...

Edge of the beach, sun going down
Last time I'll be in this lonely town...

I miss you a little
But I should miss you a lot...

A young heart still untainted
By desires not quite pure...