The golden potato beamed at him in the sun
When he had almost stopped his quest for this one
The others in the pile smeared his hand with red earth
But it as if for his eyes lay hidden apart.

Make me your choice do pick me
Lift me from this dump set me free
I deserve no mash no steaming boil
No cut into pieces to be fried in oil.

Get me quick for I come from a land
Where soil grows rich in golden sand
They have a song for each seed sown
That when they sing all grief is outgrown.

And the harvest when they’re spread in the sun
All hands embrace all hearts welcome
In each sapling that sprouts from the soil
Is seen the miracle of god’s earthly toil.

He picked the precious up from the red dirt
Needing it dearly for his backyard desert
Where he would have it on this summer sown
Till the rain shoots it up all grief is outgrown.

He kissed the ocean's surface,
sent his love right out to sea,
because his lover left him
in the heart of Italy.

From light hearted happiness

to straight into the ditch

they **** things up

so easily and they arent even here

that stain wont lift and you dont even bother washing it or coming clean.

so this snap of mine turned into your violent negation

another length of silence,

how long before you miss me this time?

how long before you realise that you are

deaf dumb and mute with out me.

I am your unglamourous purpose

I am your what little meaning you have left in your life

I gave birth to your reasons

and I will surely **** them if I go

question is,

how long do you have before you cant stop me?

how fickle you are about such important things

and how much unecessary passion will you

channel into a pit that is no longer interested in you

because there is nothing to take.

it never was a giving pit.

****** you dry now theres only heartache left to bleed

and it is all of your own making

the fantasy that they thought you were special

that they couldnt live with out you.

but I never could.

The ones thought lost never go away
find in you a place anchor and stay
on a rainy evening such as this
they come to your mind plant there a wish.

The girl you loved but never got to tie
you thought you lost when the years went by
comes back to you with the dust laden ring
her finger still unwarm on this rainy evening.

As the rain pours in the streetlight's glow
you regret if only you hadn't let her go
wish her to come back by a magic happening
redraft torn pages on this rainy evening.

Your side of the window can't rub off the cold
of the void in you left for her face never old
you madly ask could give anything to find
if on this rainy evening you come once in her mind.

He could hear her heart singing out of tune or maybe it was just her eyes singing the blues. The eyes that brought him a smile every time he saw them. They were eyes that were as beautiful and perfect as the rest of her. He realized that they were empty, he realized she was empty. Her little smiles turned blank and she was gone. He new he had do something he always had feelings for the girl with the beautiful eyes.
        He asked her to join him for a night. He pulled his ***** records off the shelf. He knew her blood was on the line. He asked her for what could potentially be a last dance, for what could be her last dance. He took her hands and held her close. They were the only people in the room. He felt like they were the only two in the world. They danced until the scratchy record stopped and when they finished he kissed her cheek.
      For the first time in awhile her little smile was no longer blank, but filled with joy and her eyes were filled with happiness. He took the girl with the beautiful eyes and looked into them and kissed her. It knocked her off her feet but he was there to catch her. She knew from then on that he would always be there to catch her.