Perhaps I am hard to like,
     No one understand how I used my bike.

Perhaps it was me,
          who understood first
                  of their perspective's meant to be.

Perhaps that is why I stay away,
                         always a step ahead in my foolish play.

Perhaps you never notice my distance,
                                for I am alone in this charade of existence.

Your eyes
are like the moon
Gleam in his eyes
Like a candles flame
I could never love another
The way I love him.

Your lips are like wine
And I want want to get drunk
See the fire in my eyes
I cave you endlessly
I feel it my heart & soul

The only man I ever loved
Said good bye
And went away
He was killed in Picardy
On a sunny day.

Desire and
All the sweet pulsing aches
And gentle hurtings
That were you,
Are gone into the sullen dark.
Now in the night you come unsmiling
To lie with me
A dull, cold, rigid bayonet
On my hot-swollen, throbbing soul.

If my Valentine you won't be,
I'll hang myself on your Christmas tree.

He tried to spit out the truth;
Dry-mouthed at first,
He drooled and slobbered in the end;
Truth dribbling his chin.