Auden Writing

If one has seen her They know of the joy she brings. Little of the bad, More than anyone else knows. But you can not have her She is mine. I am..

Ain't nobody that can sing like me, Ain't nobody that can sing like me. Is it true for everyone? I shall like to think so, I see them conforming. ..

The suspense of knowing pulls me under a little more Dreams show truth, prayers do and don't Red, green, yellow signs show what? Truth or lies? ..