You promised me a diamond
and you promised me the rain...

"Mirror, Mirror
On the wall...

And I pray that you are as happy
as you pretend that you are...

Twirl the rose thorn words
slipping silently through minds...

Oh, silent sins,
written in icicles upon these walls...

Guess I owe you a happy poem,
I don'tt write those hardly anymore...

She floats inconspicuously in a minefield of...
gravitational pull forcing her upwards and...

Airplanes are like rockets;
rockets for the astronauts...

Quietly the river flows,
cool and crisp on an autumn night...

Retreating into that corner of her head
((you know that dark and dusty place...

An Aztec pyramid
steps leading to the sky...

Sometimes,
no always...