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.
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
When I Die I Want Your Hands On My Eyes
When I die I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and the wheat of your beloved h
It's done and it's over
I'm through with misery
No more sadness
No more y
I've always used words to describe him
In my mind.
I guess that's why I've found
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
Love is like a bicycle
Left out in the storm
If it's not protected
Rust b
If not for you, I wouldn’t know
What true love meant.
I’d never feel
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
To me, you're like an angel, sent by God above,
To cleanse my soul of sadness and fill it
F- Friends are precious gifts
R- Rare and hard to find
I- Invisible when life is
