I'm resting here quite regally,
The feature of the table.
Surrounded by potatoes that
I'd taste if I were able.
My subjects, scrubbed and beaming,
Circle round the royal platter.
They seem to be adoring me,
But something is the matter.
See me basking in the candlelight,
My skin so nicely tanned.
The reason for this treatment,
I do not understand.
While I'd love to peck that dish of corn
And gobble down a berry,
I find this jolly atmosphere
To be a trifle scary.
I look into a broken mirror,
I seek to see why I am still living.
when I look aro
Once a year we celebrate
with stupid hats and plastic plates
the fact that you we
Don't be worried about the past.
Things like that never last.
We're better than y
We knew love had no space.
No choice, but to force it into
tight space. We handle
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
A person who will listen and not condemn,
Someone on whom you can depend.
They wi
When your heart suddenly feels
light, excited, at ease.
When you feel like your h
I wish not to love you much,
Only to love you well.
Much is but a quantity,
Time is like the wind,
Slow and smooth.
Time can change swiftly,
Fast and
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
