I didn’t take it too well
When you said we were through
You got a stone for a heart
What’s the matter with you?
You almost killed me
With your smile
So I’ll be bleeding
For a while
You were the happiest thing
In my sad little life
Then you took out my heart
With a rusty old knife
I ain’t got nothing left
But tears
I’m gonna bleed
For forty years
I didn’t take it too well
When you said we were through
You laughed in my face
When I asked if you were true
by Richard W. Bray
i need to see you
every day
my insides hurt
when you’re away
i love you like a puppy
i couldn’t love you any more
i just wanna hold you
and curl up on the floor
you melt all my defenses
just by being you
you invigorate my senses
and fill me up with you
i love you like a puppy
i could live inside your gaze
you could make me happy
in a million different ways
by Richard W. Bray
I remember the times
When you sat on my lap
You shared your domain name
And showed me your sitemap
I had a high PageRank
The world was my stage
I was the solitary server
On your landing page
We were so optimized
And you threw it away
De-indexing my love
On a Whiteboard Friday
We had canonical love
It just isn’t right
For anyone else
To be crawling your site
I’m losing my mind
And I’m right on the brink
Why you gotta treat me
Like a no-follow link?
Follow the breadcrumbs
Back to my perch
You know where to find me
In an organic search
By Richard W. Bray
You’re not sick
You’re just in love
—Irving Berlin
My hair’s falling out
And I got new pimple
Who ever said
Life would be simple?
When you’re around
I blush and stammer
I say stupid things
And forget my grammar
I walked by your house
Hoping we would meet
Then I found out
I was on the wrong street
When you’re around
I feel out of place
Sort of like a turtle
In a hundred meter race
I feel sort of dizzy
Everything is hazy
If I don’t see you more
It’s gonna make me crazy
When you’re around
The universe glistens
I really like your voice
So I’m just gonna listen
by Richard W. Bray
Tippy tappy too
The sky is bright and blue
Dippy dappy do
I met a girl like you
Sometimes I’m a fool
Being mean to you
Words cannot not reveal
How bad it makes me feel
Your heart is like a pearl
In a crazy crazy world
Your love is like a shell
Protecting me from hell
Hippy happy hey
Another lovely day
Dippy dappy day
Don’t ever go away
by Richard W. Bray
I climbed a rope ladder
To your balcony
That was the place
You said you were gonna be
I found out later
You were way across town
You’re trying so hard
To put me in the ground
You’re always saying
It’s only you and me
But everybody knows
I’m just your Plan B
I had enough whiskey
To make a man drown
But you still haven’t got me
Under the ground
I ran into a wall
Cuz you said it was funny
I gave you my heart
I gave you my money
Stuck my head up my ass
To be your clown
But somehow I managed
To stay above ground
Finally figured out
You’re not the whole world
There’s over a billion
Available girls
The sky is blue
And the Earth is round
I got a nice girl
Keeping me above ground
by Richard W. Bray
Why aren’t there more people
Like you?
Lovely, kind and gracious in so many things
You do
In this crazy old world, you don’t have a
Counterpart
There’s a sparkle in your soul and twinkle in
Your heart
Why aren’t there more people
Like you?
Quietly shielding others from the pain you’re
Going through
Ignoring smears and rumors that others
Wanna start
You’ve got better things to do than pick their
Hate apart
Why aren’t there more people
Like you?
Instead of looking backward you’re happy
To renew
Now is where we are and this journey is
One-way
The most important places are tomorrow
And today
Why aren’t there more people
Like you?
Your serenity and wisdom enhance my
Point of view
You generate sweet harmony from so much
Disarray
The rhythms of the universe conducting
Your ballet
by Richard W. Bray
ibble-snabble wibble-wabble
wicka-wacka woo
I wanna be the man
Who gets to spend my life with you
Sometimes people say
That I don’t make a lot of sense
They say that I’m a stalker
Cuz I stand outside your fence
wimpa-wampa dubba-dampa
bimpy-bampy boo
I’ll be gone tomorrow
If you tell me to
Sometimes I get silly
But I’m serious as hell
Things you make me feel
Are impossible to tell
numble-namble bimble-bamble
limba-lamba loom
Tell me how your presence
Makes a million flowers bloom
No place in the universe
That I’d rather be
Waiting for an angel
Underneath a cherry tree
by Richard W. Bray
It takes fifty-seven lies
Just to get you outta bed
Lies are like a fungus
That grows inside your head
You need a journal to keep track of
All the lies you ever said
Once upon a time
There was a girl who loved you true
Now there’s someone in the mirror
But you swear it isn’t you
The lovely thoughts you’re thinking
And those ugly things you do
Your heart is black and rancid
And you can’t erase the stain
You got booze and you got pills
To protect you from the pain
An umbrella in a hurricane
Won’t keep away the rain
Your body and your soul
Are in a nasty civil war
You just keep on doing
Crazy things you did before
There’s gonna come a time
When you can’t take it anymore
You choked to death on love
That you were too afraid to give
On your tombstone it will say
That you had too much pride to live
Some folks choose to die
When it’s too frightful to forgive
by Richard W. Bray
Used to make it complicated
Like a hamster spinning round
She taught me how to pause
And to slow it all down
She taught me how to live
With the stillness of a flower
She created a world
Where a minute was an hour
She taught me how to feel
She intensified my view
Until nothing else mattered
We were a nation of two
She taught me how to live
Without giving a care
She taught me how to breathe
When there wasn’t any air
She taught me how float
At the top of the sky
Then she disappeared
And I learned how to cry
by Richard W. Bray
