There's No Forsaking What You Love No

I Loved You When You Opened Like A Lily To The Heat; You See I’m Just Another Snowman Standing In The Rain And Sleet Who Loved You With His Frozen Love, His Second Hand Physique, With All He Is And All He Was A Thousand Kisses Deep.

Poetry Is A Verdict Rather Than An Intention.

When You're Not Feeling Holy, Your Loneliness Says That You've Sinned.

I Looked Into [prozac]. I Must Say That It Is Certainly A Wonder Drug.

I Always Loved Those Little Creatures [hummingbird], Always Feel Blessed When They Appear Nearby. There's A Magical Quality To Them. I Finally Put One In A Song.