The Fall

I’ve got a confession

The slightest impression

Though ever so brittle

Can grow just a little

For those I admire

By feeding the fire

By hints, not coercion

Then total immersion

Springs forth without saying

And shows signs of staying

When my mind wanders

And it’s you it ponders

The slightest impression

Can grow to obsession

There’s no way of knowing

The waters you’re rowing

There’s no way to find

The tracks you left behind

You’re gone with out a trace

After one last embrace

Gone away from my view

Forever with out you

Lanigiro Selgnirp

I do not like you little man,

With your fake mustache and receding hair line,

Your salty goodness and tasty lick

You make me fat with anger

Yet I’m still addicted

You chap my lips with your perfect curves

You fix my crave, yet I thirst for more

I hate you, oh but I love you so.