I'm not too
fond of you.
With a
crippling
crescendo to
defend your song,
there's no use in
prolonging, so
let me say what
I have to say to you.

The fault was
all mine,
and I'll take
it with salt and
lime. I mistook
swine for a swan
and got it all wrong.

You knew for some time that I
was the trouble child.
I always told you the best dogs
were brought up wild.

Like the dirt we swept
away with our broom
when we let it
accumulate in June,
the warmer months
will make me new,
and soothe the snake in you.

We prune our roses
to make them bloom,
the warmer months bring
the birds that sing their tunes,
and the lilies and the lilacs
and the ladybugs too.

Like the fawn will
feed on the hay,
the dawn will
lead to the day,
and I'll wear my
hands away
to bring you what I grew.

Like a yellow harvest moon
our hearts will glow
together, unfettered by
stars that swoon.
Like the butter you
churned and poured
from the urn, gently,
melt me into you.

Seeing things for the first time,
sending shivers down my spine.
Feeling girly, too weak to make a move.
Fell into this too early, with way too
much to prove.

She said lover,
oh brother,
maybe we should find
another one while we're
still young.

There was a feeling
in the fault line.
There was a problem
but it wasn't mine.

Singing in your true voice for
the first time,
sending shivers down my spine.
Prying apart what keeps us glued,
with way too much to prove.

She said lover,
oh brother,
what's left to salvage
after all the damage
I've done?