We Were Made This Way

April 9, 2008

You know you’re only gonna break my heart
And I’ll let you cause you’re made so smart
You know you’re only gonna be my play
And you’ll let me cause I’m made that way

Girl let’s play

You know I’m gonna make your day
And you’ll let me cause I’m made that way
I know you’re gonna start the fight
And I’ll let you cause it’s only right

Girl let’s fight

I’m your role and your enemy
And when it ends
It’s only you and me

I wouldn’t have it any other way
Any other way
We were made this way

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Baby’s Breath

November 30, 2007

You crept right in
The slender crack in the door
I slept under down
Head exposed and nothing more

A child can’t be woken
No one sleeps more peacefully
Sleeps more peacefully
Teddy clutched

You sat and observed
Nightstand and moonlit breeze
I exhaled slowly
Smelled sweet like tulip trees

Affection for you more than a token
I stroke you ever so gently
Ever so gently
Softest touch

You made your way onto the bed
Steps so soft without a sound
I dreamt of love and life with you
My feet never touched the ground

Feelings between us go unspoken
This thing never takes roots
Never takes roots
Grows and such

You stole my breath
I’m an infant you kitty cat
I stole your heart
Without consent, no going back

A breath can’t be broken
Truth is, death doesn’t hurt
Death doesn’t hurt
Near as much

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Street Toughs

November 27, 2007

street toughs with ear muffs
quick to call your bluff and get rough
if you got platinum cuffs we dont care if you’re buff
take a drag, then puff, and punch you in the gruff
steal your stuff until you’ve had enough

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November 27, 2007

I was born on a Wednesday in the Fall
Trying to walk, not yet able to crawl
A brisk Midwestern breath inside my lung
Blue eyes focused, on freckled cheeks they hung

A maverick called Bo with a fierce hind kick
Wide eyed at the world, it’s what makes me tick
Learning at every step, it’s what makes me stronger
One hand pushed against the end, it won’t be much longer

Mother and Father were built to sacrifice
And offer better without thinking twice
Hands used to form a roof overhead
Same ones used at night for putting to bed

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Rich Southern Girl

November 13, 2007

Because I don’t pop my collar
And I don’t have pocketfuls of daddy’s trust fund dollars
I’m from the city so when I see a girl I like to holler
You see my glasses don’t have Croakies and you won’t even bother

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