Wednesday Stories: Strawberry Fields Forever
Buckle me up oh sweet valentine
oozing red jam on streets.
Easy come easy go,
this is the way – we all know
buckle me up buckle me up sweet valentine.
When I was young I’d listen to the radio…
So they sang as we went a spinning. Like a dream.
First date memories come a-crashing.
We were on our 106th. No more mysteries. She was my queen.
Frazzled, shut out, and then shut in. Shut up, he screamed.
He screamed while holding my hand. Gone cold.
Ice cream cake, strawberries.
Buckle me up, O sweet valentine.
Buckle me up, before its too late.
Buckle me up, buckle me up.
That was what she said.