In love for a day          Lying on a beach together          You were with another but          He was nowhere to be found          

          We couldn’t tell each other how we felt           The world was eavesdropping on us          No matter how far away we were from everything else           We could only talk about the clouds in the sky           Debate about you wearing heels on the boardwalk          And find out at what age did you last eat           Cotton candy on a summer day          

          But to tell you that I love you          Would have brought the lifeguards and the           Beach police and the          Soul Gestapo from the back of my head           Over to stop it          

          One dance          One kiss          One hug          Was my reward          It was enough          Then          

          But we never finished the story          And you threw the book out with the trash           But I held onto to my          Dog-eared copy          Along with a thousand other days          A thousand other loves          A thousand other books on my shelf          And I pull yours out          Whenever I see          Cotton candy on a summer day          Even though I don’t remember the last time I had it           When I was a kid.          

                    2. The Best          

          The best poets          Are those who never put their words to paper          

          The best artists          Are those who never sell a painting          

          The best musicians          Are those who play in the smallest clubs          

          The best prophets          Are those who keep their thoughts to themselves          

          The best leaders          Are those who let their actions do the talking          

          The best fighters          Are those who know defeat from victory          

          The best athletes          Are those who know the real rewards of their effort          

          The best people          Are those who know strength from weakness           And who understand the difference.          

          3. The First, The Last, The Only Redhead I Ever Saw      

          It was a dye job.          

          It worked.          

          When you inhaled          My soul fought to fill your lungs          When you exhaled          Your soul seeped through my pores          

          It was more than          A light show          And a booming bass through my spine          

          You killed my sobriety          And took the starch out of my skin          

          Hanging by a thread          A lock of your spirit          I never knew if          The fire would kill me or cleanse me          

          I would do anything          To be your fool again.