I place a newspaper next to your pillow,
with headlines near your ear...

The young girl hides many lies
she hides the scars deep...

My Paper Heart within,
unfolds for devoted hands...

Sweet Lady of the sun, sang to me.
Her voice, richly spiced to paint...

The fog thickens across the bay
as I peer through the silhouette...

She is my moon,
lighting my dark night...

(I'm deploying to Iraq this year)
It seemed like just yesterday I was with you...

I thought it was in the city,
somewhere in the side-by-side boxes...

There they stand upon a hill
Tall and proud they feel the chill...

TINY DANCER
The candle between the two of us danced a small...

Your scent remained on the bed after you dressed.
I laid back under the sheets, as you fumbled...

What a curious place to be
the only thing you know is reality...