I finally learned/
why I’ve stayed so distant. Fear./
She’s the Goddess, dreamed.
AND
When teenage boy dreams
and fantasies
turn into adult man
realities,
they still can be
scary.
I finally learned/
why I’ve stayed so distant. Fear./
She’s the Goddess, dreamed.
AND
When teenage boy dreams
and fantasies
turn into adult man
realities,
they still can be
scary.
There’s a Buble’ song/
that has it all wrong. She’s met/
me but not really.
OR
The Michael Buble’/
song has it wrong. She’s met me,/
but hasn’t really.
Is it exciting/
to get excited about/
being excited?
I’m getting sleepy./
Take all the time that you need./
I will not be there.
It’s easier to/
dump her than have her dump me … /
and much less painful.
I’m gonna be sick./
He is so slick, throwing out/
sweet words* like St. Nick.
OR
*flirts
There must be reasons*/
for silence. For ignoring.
But I don’t know them.
OR
There are good reasons*/
for silence. For ignoring.
But I don’t know them.
(Sung to the tune of “Rudolph the Red-Nose Reindeer”)
Well I’ve known brunettes
and redheads, accountants and funny ones.
Short ones and tall ones
and ones with hair bleached by the sun.
But do I recall
the greatest lover of all?
Not yet.
Hearing her cry at/
the end turned it into a/
horrific event.
Dan! I live in my/
old lover’s state now, and it’s/
snowing Christmas Eve.