Confuser

Happily married with three wonderful children. The first poem I attempted was Paper Heart which I submitted here last year. People here have been so kind and encouraging! Their feedback and reading the phenomenal poetry here has allowed me to progress and I am forever grateful. I am extremely curious and love to read. Being a mother and wife with family responsibilities will always come first, but I need to express myself. For years I would sqribble song lyrics, but would never think of submitting them; I love many genres of music. You will find me to be open minded, empathetic and understanding. I have no aspirations of becoming a great poet: frankly I'm surprised anyone would enjoy my writing, but again so thankful I began. It is so challenging and rewarding. I believe God guides us where we need to go and shows us how to get there! Dale

A Murder of One
By Counting Crows
Blue morning Blue morning
Wrapped in strands of fist and bone
Curiosity, Kitten, doesn't have to mean you're on your own
Your can look outside your window
He doesn't have to know
We can talk awhile, baby
We can take it nice and slow
All your life is such a shame
All your love is just a dream
Are you happy where you're sleeping?
Does he keep you safe and warm?
Does he tell you when you're sorry?
Does he tell you when you're wrong?
I've been watching you for hours
It's been years since we were born
We were perfect when we started
I've been wondering where we've gone
All your life is such a shame
All your love is just a dream
I dreamt I saw you walking up a hillside in the snow
Casting shadows on the winter sky as you stood there counting crows
One for sorrow
Two for joy
Three for girls and four for boys
Five for silver
Six for gold and
Seven for a secret never to be told
There's a bird that nests inside you
Sleeping underneath your skin
When you open up your wings to speak
I wish you'd let me in
All your life is such a shame
All your love is just a dream
Open up your eyes
You can see the flames
of your wasted life
You should be ashamed
You don't want to waste your life
I walk along these hillsides in the summer 'neath the sunshine
I am feathered by the moonlight falling down on me
Songwriters: ADAM DURITZ, MATT MALLEY, DAVID BRYSON, BEN MIZE, DANIEL VICKREY, STEVE BOWMAN, CHARLES GILLINGHAM