Her skin is chapped
From the harsh winters...

There were days back in her prime
When better times embraced her kind...

Best seat in my room
It helps with the blues...

If I could bring you back
With words of compressed air...

To the lady so dear to me
Yet so far away...

Look far beyond the distant edges
Of those jam-packed starry skies...

Underneath polka dots
Laced with night...

All of us are just like a dollar bill, for...

My eyes are tired
From too much sleep...

Will I ever taste her name
Upon my hungry lips...

It's not always beauty
That catches the eye...

Let me write you some poetry
Or just a love letter of words...