What Else is There To Do
Eating powdery Love hearts alone in the sun,
what else is there to do,
in the sun,
when you have some love hearts,
ever so powdery,
astringent to an extent,
that they seem sweet,
with the sweetness of perfume,
so alone,
that the silence becomes a group,
of chattering,
empty people,
saying sweet banalities,
like "Love you",
and "Only You"
On those crumbly cicles,
with love drawn on in dye -
What else is there to do.