Michelle

Look at the moon, a spring tide today, everything comes around too soon, the birds who have flown, seeking away, singing as they go, your eyes don’t fool, say wouldn't it be great, to find somewhere new, a place for the soul, where paradise reigns, forget mortgage loans, somewhere not cruel, but poised and sedate, where no rent’s due, problems with ‘phones, emotion’s just a name, for all that we know, your good parts are true, that’s why I paint, but why do you argue, high on my name?