GP

GP

She ran away when She was 13 years old Nobody filed a Missing person’s report

Got in with a driver

Al the things that he did

Made her convict uncle

Look like a picnic

She thought someone 

Would rescue her

She thought the world would care

But they just took advantage

Like they do everywhere

GP you’re a goddess

You’re an angel so fare

A beautiful flower

So delicate and rare

I’ve seen you blossom

After all you’ve be through

There’ll never be another girl

I love like you

She did an interview

When she was eighteen

A documentary

About runaway teens

Thought they agreed

Not to show her face

But she was exposed

To the whole human race

Pimps and police

Could find her now

And she tried to go

Hospital never told her

What she did not want to know

GP you’re a goddess

You’re an angel so fare

You are a flower

So delicate and rare

I’ve seen you blossom

After all you’ve be through

Never be another girl

I love like you

She now had a baby

Growing inside her womb

Last thing she wanted 

Baby hung up too

She kicked cold turkey 

And never looked back

Left the windy city

Sold a ton of land

She made her millions

Just couldn't make it stay

Hard to hold on when you

Keep running away

GP you’re a goddess

You’re an angel so fare

You are a flower

So delicate and rare

I’ve seen you blossom

After all you’ve be through

Never be another girl

I love like you

An airline attendant

A cruise ship host

Funeral director

She doesn’t boast

Just try'n to live a life

Be happy somehow

Baby's all she has

All she needs for now

One day she'll find the one

Who's meant to be

Who understands everything

And sets her soul free

GP you’re a goddess

You’re an angel so fare

A beautiful flower

So delicate and rare

I’ve seen you blossom

After all you’ve be through

Never be another girl

I love like you

Fantasy Girl

It's a good thing 

you come to your senses, 

fantasy girl.

Imagine what it could be 

with your fantasy man

if he weren't just bits and bytes

on your computer screen,

and you could have him 

the way you have him in your mind.

If he could touch your body

the way he touches your soul

If you could cry out to him

and he could hear

If you could put your hand on his chest 

and feel his heart pounding for you

If you could lick his tongue

and taste his delicious words

You don't mean to give him 

more than a fantasy

but bit by bit  

he gets real pieces of you

until he's in your heart

more than your libido.

If orgasms were all

but he opens more. 

You bloom for him

and it is heaven

He didn't mean to 

fall so deep,

into your love

he didn't want to leave

To have and to hold 

someone--anyone

Always running,

relationship after relationship,

back to his

dream too good to be true.

Come to your senses,

fantasy girl.

Those pieces of you

from that place 

yearning to lay

all of your being

down--

they're safe.

He gets you.

He'll get you some more,

and you'll give him some more,

until who knows?

You find your one,

or he finds someone

not to run from.

Until then

it's a good thing.