This poem is about love and money – and a dream.

I’m laying down – I’m not the kind of guy that needs to get up.

I’m living the life and leisure and luxury – money falling from the skies.

I give my baby everything that she wants – perfume and chocolate.

And every night I take her out, and boy does she love it!

I’m only living in a dream; it’s not as it seems.

I’m just a dreamer, but I’m yours. 

I may not have a dime to my name, no game,

but baby, I’m yours.

love and money

Other chumps, they work hard jobs.

They get their hands dirty, their hair falls out from stress.

But not me – I’m always clean and cool,

and baby, why don’t you go buy that new dress?

I’m only living in a dream; it’s not as it seems.

I’m just a dreamer, but I’m yours. 

I may not have a dime to my name, no game,

but baby, I’m yours.

The alarm goes off and then reality hits.

It’s time to wake up to the fact I’m not rich.

But, baby, if I was a billionaire,

I’d still sell you my heart just to know that you care.

(Does a boy need love and money to dream?)

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Will I write again today? Let my heart bleed through my pen?

Let all the things that I forgot flood back into my head?

I open up my heart as I mark down on the paper. . .

and that paper cuts me like a dagger.

What a release, when the words flow from my heart.

I breathe again when I write, but it reminds me that I hurt.

Will I Write Again Today

Living life dumb and dull, I can make it through the day.

But I’m haunted again – reminded why I run away.

Beneath a callused skin, tender feelings prick again.

Beneath a callused heart, tender emotions still run thin.

What a release, when the words flow from my heart.

I breathe again when I write, but it reminds me that I hurt.

You can have my heart, I’ll spill it on this paper.

And when I’m all alone, you might hear me whimper.

Should I stop it all? Leave my heart behind?

Only tomorrow will tell – if I’ll write again next time.

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Have you ever been dancing in the rain?

I lean outside my window.

Why are the clouds so grey?

Today is the day I planned to see you.

Why must this world put my love on delay?

You call me on the phone,

I hear your sweet voice.

This weather attempts to leave me depressed

but this romance leaves me no choice.

So I swing by your work and I drag you outside.

You give me your protests, but I won’t listen.

The clouds begin to pour – to ruin our day.

But I love how the raindrops makes your face glisten.

Dancing in the Rain

It may be raining, but I love you.

The dark clouds can’t deny that I can’t resist you.

So we’ll wash our souls in the rain

as we dance a dance for two.

The streets are flooding and our feet are wet.

The shopkeepers look at us like we’re crazy –

But who cares?

Love has made my best judgments lazy.

It may be raining, and I’m drowning in you.

My wet clothes can’t deny that I can’t resist you.

So we’ll wash our hearts in the rain

as we dance a dance for two. . .

Dancing in the rain. . .

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