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.
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
I told you I loved you.
You didn't hesitate to say it back.
You held me in your a
It's the memories of you I have
That make any grey sky turn blue
And lets me know
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
Who learns and learns,
Nor acts on what he knows,
Is one who plows and plows,
All doggies go to heaven (or so I've been told).
They run and play along the streets of G
I called you late last night
because I needed a friend.
But you, of course, didn'
A person who will listen and not condemn,
Someone on whom you can depend.
They wi
When first we touched,
My heart flew high,
On gossamer wings through a cloudless
