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 thought I saw you the other day
I was wrong
I thought I heard your voice
<Tears of pain run down my cheek,
wishing I was able to hold the one I seek.
Tears
Life is a series of written pages,
Climaxes and minimum wages.
The words so caref
The joke was very funny
She laughed a lot of tears
When suddenly her eye fell out
I still love you.
we were friends with him
when he introduced me to you.
Just for today,
Can we forget about race,
Colour, religion
Eyes glare of
the unexpected
staring far too long
the person that
You say you're afraid of being alone.
You can't do a thing on your own.
You don't
To hold you close to having you near
To have my breath against your ear
Whisperin
He's tired of the pain.
He's tired of every lie.
He's tired of the countless nigh
