Sometimes, there is love, and sometimes there is night-time Kissing you on the cheek, like it wants something Sinful you know and you can't give. Sometimes there are cartoons, which delight you, And sometimes the radio is silent, giving you too much time to think.
Sometimes, beauty is funny and you find it In tricky places: In childern making mud pies off the curb on Ave. B, Or you find it in a name of a dog or a restaurant called A Dish of Salt. Or you find it n a magical night, in a corner, And the world is in a slumber so there's no one to share it with.
Soemtimes you want to talk, but there's no one to listen, So you make a list of the things you want to say, But your mouth never opensand it's as if You never had a thought at all. Sometimes there is a quiet calmness that makes you nervous.
Sometimes, things are heinous and torture us to tears And we want everything we could possibly imagine, And we want it to be glowing and pretty, But we settle for something that Might shine bright in years to come.
