The Cute One.
And I’ve got the cute girlfriend.
The one who
Still sleeps with a nightlight,
And only eats corn on Tuesdays.
And I’ve got the cute girlfriend.
The one who
Still sleeps with a nightlight,
And only eats corn on Tuesdays.
And it’s about losing yourself to find yourself.
On day one you commit to silence and the beauty of unaltered nature.
To walk through the valleys are your mind without a partner.
To sit in silence, to sit alone.
And find yourself.
And it’s much past
What I’ve been told.
Yes, this is about sense and happiness.
This is easy because I love it.
And the planets march their way
Across the space.
Circling the center of the moon,
Making music and fire.
And the world sings again,
Awakened from sleep.
Because with night found the birds asleep or dead.
Oh, the dawn of today, the dawn of forever.
The world sings again.
And an explusion of air from
The throat of a monster.
Rawrrrrrr! No biting dear,
You are a monster.
There was once a great fire,
And some days smoke could be seen.
But mostly it was contained in his head,
All in his head.
Do I love you?
Or are you someone that I talk to in my sleep,
Someone I can tell everything to, everything but what I really need to say.
Is an edited poem real or a lie?
Do I love you?
The answer is yes,
Because though confusion, tears, anger, and a bit of insanity sometimes haunt us,
The truth unfolds itself through car rides and music, kisses and supreme silence.
My mouth is nothing when you can read much deeper than the surface,
Do I love you.
And sometimes I can hear the
Clicking of bugs in my head.
But I don’t know I’d they’re
Building or breaking.
