He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere

By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road

Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see

If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man

I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide

How do I Catch your interest? Once again I know You are bored with me

Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it

May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles

A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face

I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface

I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes

Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best