I have the soul
Of a bitter old woman
Spending her days on her
Front porch in a rocking chair
Cursing the sun for shining
Cursing the flowers for blooming
Cursing the children for being young
Cursing the lovers for being happy
Cursing the grass for growing
Cursing the cold cup of tea
In her cold, bony hand
Cursing herself for
Being so old
And bitter.

Today my makeup
was gone by noon
and I didn't take a
shower and I only
slept for three hours
last night so my
eyes were extra
puffy and I ate too
much at lunch and
had an attitude the
next time we saw
each other afterwards,
but you still gave
me a hug and told me
it was valued at
twenty thousand
hugs and you still
told me I looked
beautiful even
though we both
know it wasn't true.
And I can't
                    stop
                             smiling.
So, thank you.

it seems like there's nothing to write about
when you're not in love
or hurt

I mean that's all you hear in songs isn't it?
love lost and love found
heartbreak and rejection

but what about everything else
?

the sun looks beautiul on spring mornings at 7 am
I like my sleep,
but at 7 am in early June,
the sun is just so beautiful
sometimes I just have to wake up and stare.

why aren't there any songs about the sun?