There was a failure
to communicate
he sat cracking
his knuckles
nervous
pretentious
she would come
or not
somethings
never change
change is good
over there a parasol
it is not her color
the dandelions are many
they are taking over
like the aliens
among us
crush them
beneath our shoes
natural disaster
storm brewing
don't take away my thunder
lighting never strikes
twice
liar
pretty liar
I love hands
and the eyes attached
close yours
see me through
your touch
feel my heart
the beat of my life
play your music
that I've come to like
