I look outside, and I see, I see the panic in your eyes, as you are running in slow motion, but I, I do not know why, why you are running, but I see the fear, I see the fear in your eyes, and then the explosion that shattered so many lives, on winters day…
Read more →I look at your words, and I look at them with a smile upon my face, and I hear your voice in my head, and I admire your language, and your linguistic skills and your style, and the words upon the page come to life, and leap into my imagination, with elegance and grace, words…
Read more →I know there is, I know there is a place, a place that we can go, a place to sit in the sun, a place to hear your tales of woe, because I hate to see you filled with such despair, so, let us go, let us go there my friend and let us end…
Read more →I know no bounds, I see no colour or age, and I do not discriminate, and I do not allow hate or racism in my brain, no matter the frustrations that may be there, I pay them no mind, and I waste no time on the racists, the haters, and those with rages, and I…
Read more →My friend, I imagine you. I imagine you a long way away. I imagine you upon yet another sunny day. I imagine you in California. I imagine you in Malibu, sat upon the beach, I imagine you, watching the world go by, watching the world go by with a smile, and with no cares in…
Read more →I hoped against all hope that you would be here, at the dawn of the day, I hoped you would, but I could not presume, but you came with a smile upon your face, and you came when I was in need, and you came when I called despite you being far away, and here…
Read more →I hear the rain, I hear the rain, but I miss you like the sun, and I wish you were here today, but I can only complain, I can only complain to the sky, for you are miles away, miles away travelling to the other side of the world, and all I have is silence,…
Read more →I head for the bridge, I cross it as under the bridge the boats pass, and on this river the traffic never stops, on this river the traffic never stops, and I walk with visions in my mind, visions of croissants, and coffee in a cup, and I am dressed up, dressed up in a…
Read more →I have walked through the rain alone, I have meandered down lanes, and through the fields to my home. Yes, I have walked through the rain, and the sun and the snow. Yes, I have walked alone in the freshest of airs, and I, I have felt exhilarated time and time again, in such happy…
Read more →I have this little thing of yours. I have this little thing, a little bracelet that reminds me of you, and I carry it with me whenever I am feeling low, for the loss of you was such a blow, such a blow and I hold onto this bracelet, through the rain and the snow…
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