When The Honey Is Gone

There’s a guateen in my pocket

Holding up the storm

There’s gumption in my throat

Makes me say uh mmm….

I tremble in his presence footsteps loud and clear

Tell me Mr. Sandman,
 never thought I would have the strength to leave you…

With a bullet in my brain

Salvation in my brow

Freedom from this prison

You laugh-

I bow.

Puffy lipped girl, lesson learned time and again

New York tells me I’m special

But I needed to believe ...

But I read it from newsstands.

As I wipe those tears with smudged hands

So I turn to my boy ,
 With another broken promise and a pen.

To tell him the devil won again.

I hand him a heart in a locket

Please tell him it’s not his fault

Please tell him I am sorry

So everything runs thin

The piano stops playing

What do you tell the boy who loses dreams….

Because of the monster under the bed.