bunny with a crooked ear

bunny with a crooked ear
tell me now, can you hear?
the sounds in the night
that make all of us feel alone

i don't mind the darkness
but i can't stand the cold
the stars will shine down on us
until we're all dead and old

morning rise brings open eyes
another day is finally here
i can't stand to wake up
i know that you won't be near

bunny with a crooked ear
tell me now, can you hear?
the heart beats in my chest
when i don't know what to do

the lonely night is here again
i need to see you awfully soon
i'll walk these roads barefoot
under the bleached out moon

is there such thing as a happy end?
i've been walking alone for days
the sun burns and dries me away
i can't find you through the haze

bunny with a crooked ear
tell me now, can you hear?
the footsteps of my ghost
walking for a love i'll never reach

a pearl puddle

My hair melts from my head, collecting on my shoulders until it slides down my arms, past my chest, over my navel, down my thighs, knees, and calves, joining my feet in a puddle on the ground. My bald head shortly follows and I lose my sight, hearing, and smell as my facial features condense to bodily soup. I soon lose my shoulders which detach my arms that drop and melt into pools like the rest of me. My legs are last to go, but they swiftly follow. Now I stagnate as collection of liquid waiting to get washed away by the next rain, into the deep and vast oceans of the world. Take me away from here before I evaporate in this stale heat that I'm too familiar with.

rough roads

sometimes the roads get rough,
and i try to stay tough,
but this time i'm breakin' down.
i just wish these roads would be kind
and take me from this lonely town.

these wrong turns lead me
where i don't want to be.
i want you in the passenger side,
holdin' my hand and sittin' close to me.

start the car and drive.
forget about trouble we left behind.
don't look back,
i might change my irrational mind.

good and gone

Summer happiness stood beside me and almost held my hand, but I held hands with someone else, and now I have to let go. It was too good to be true, and now what am I to do?

I feel like I’m losing the only warm blanket in a snow storm.

Figures.

All this time passes and I start to think I’m that scrap puzzle piece that was cut wrong and will never fit with another. I finally find my match just so the closest three-year-old can stuff my perfect counter contour in the slobber pit. So here I am, back to root one, only this time I know that I’m missing someone who can’t be replaced.