Beneath the large oak
I'll wait every day after school with my books and a snack
Waiting for him to ride by on his bike
Bringing with him the air of summer and grass stained clothes
We ride together, speeding through puddles
Speeding though problems like they are nothing but oil
We ride through time, without reason or rhyme
Without purpose or direction we leave that oak tree
Together. Free.
Free. Together.

Thanks....
for giving the greatest gift
of going to sleep with a smile.

We had a pig of whom my son adored
My wife and I did deplore
We gave in and let it stay
My son could not hold back hoorays

We sat through a wicked storm
My son went out to keep him warm
We heard a screech, running, cries
My anger peaked when I saw his eyes

We never thought the pig would bite
My son forgave, it wasn't right
We took the pig, to spill it's ******* blood
My heart broke down... my son's love

We thought it through and agreed
My son should never have to bleed
We got some rope and tied it down
"Only see and speak" brought a frown

We then considered, knock out it's teeth
My word! This shall end our grief
We grabbed a hammer and took a swing
My pig could only squeal and sing

We did not know what would become
"He's no longer friendly, just bitterly numb"

I love you.
These three words can create a thunderstorm.

To the ones that falls quickly into the scheme.
They truly do believe the message.
So, it's so sad when they don't see, what the person after.

A man plot.
A man plans.
And , they listen to accomplish their mission.
All for the fact that they are hunters.
And women are their blessing.

To, a woman.
She lives by dreams.
Her whole world is based on fictionary hopes.
And when they come apart and she's brokenhearted.

She use them to address him.
Without understanding, he loves her.
But only in a different ways.

He know, by saying I love you.
Assist him in getting his romantic ways.

And it came about because of three words.
That will be spoken down through the times.
We all heard that love is blind.

When it all gone.
The money.
The houses.
The jewelery.
Will you see this love within me.

I don't want to be treated like a fake celebrity.
Who couldn't attract any interest?
If it wasn't for them being famous.

Not that I'm rich.
Although one day I hope to be.
I'm just wondering.
Would you see the real side of me?

So, when it's all gone.
And I don't have a single thing.
Will your love show?

I just need to know.
When it all gone.
Will your love come through?

A Summer's date,
  an Autumn's dance,
Warm Winter's kiss,
  tis' in Spring; we plant

You chase and chase.
Unttil you find yourself second choice.
When there's no need to be.

You holds the key to in their life.
Where you wants to be?

When you were available to be number one.
They didn't see you there.
Only when the one they wanted didn't care.
Then they wanted you near.
Talking about the things you could share.
Which means you were second choice.

On, who they wanted to love.

Think hard.
Think good.
Will that make you happy?
Being a second choice lover.