Honey mustard Paint me yellow Paint by numbers Two and three Never the right

I walk this stretch Most mornings The tall grass Still glistening with dew The tracks are wet

It’s hard to explain The sudden change That I feel when the rain Soaks through Only if you knew

Of all the girls Who throw themselves At you Daily Why did you

I find it hard not To just Run right over to You Not caring what

You swing on the trapeze With finesse With ease Not even the breeze Sways you

Lingering thoughts Sometimes overwhelm me I can’t even seem to Close my eyes Without seeing you

Despite the lies I tell myself I know the truth Will always haunt me Like unsolved murders I lay awake thinking

Squeeze me tighter than tight Quietly seeking shelter Unlike the many nights I dreamed.… Each and every night Ending up the same way

I still don’t know What I should think What do you want me To think? Are we only friends?

I like the way you greet me As though you’re waiting to meet m… Without the opportunity Of doing so discreetly You ought not to do

If only it Were as easy As it is for everyone else Nobody is Talking to me

Wondering why history repeats, rep… Into a muddled mass That just comes back Haunting us all Calculating

I have seen some Superficial people Who come out and say Exactly what they want All the time knowing

Someone told me About Judy Garland; That she Was the first Celebrity