Like a house with no roof Like a shoe with a hole in it Like a whore lying naked on the floor Like polluted air filling your lung Like a painter without their paint brush Like a cello with three strings Like a starless sky Like the sea without waves Like a fake laughter Like the grass is always greener on the other side Like Jupiter without its Great Red Spot
a theory of Love
can we bend the rules of Love? no one is exempt from its course a curse so sweet we seek it with despair like a shipwrecked looks for rescue like a philosopher looks for meaning like a writer looks for the right words the lover wants wants wants and Love only gives… sometimes heartache, other times bliss
Smell of home-baked bread and red wine, Who will be here, watch my hair turn grey? No moment like the next one In my kitchenette of tears.
I fell in love with the sad clown with the golden voice You play your part so well With humor and sadness blending like colors in harmony on the canvas You started the world’s first joke that made everyone cry You’re a rock ‘n’ roll diva, a snowman in disguise The Grinch who stole the spotlight An operatic soul with humanity as your best card The joy you bring into our lives isn’t the kind that’s for sale While the real clowns are running your country You show up at the pity party