I loved my best friend and the hair atop her head
So I mimicked her style
Hoping it would suit me instead
My cousin has great green eyes
Thus I got contacts to match
My colleague has the fullest lips
Prompting me to buy a batch
I envied my neighbor’s glorious waistline
Then I gathered up my money
To take surgical knives to mine

She plays "Misty"
for me
slowly
drifting into its veil
merging with waves
of minors and major-7s.
The passion of her
closed eyes
swoop and rise of brow
gentle sway
mouthing notes
playing from memory
lost in its depths
as I am in hers,

".....look at me..."

I would love someone to send me a letter
Be it cyber or by post
It could be typed or handwritten
With a Dear and Yours Truly
I’d frame it up on my wall
So I could read it at the start of my day
And before I would lie down to sleep
To recall their words when I’m stressed or lonely
Remembering that someone is thinking about me

can't you see
i'm trying to be nice here
can't you see
being nice is a hard thing

it really is, a hard thing
especially when the person
you're being nice to
treats you like *****

wrap me around your arms
i wanna feel your warmth
as i pull you close to me
i have this sudden feeling
that i don't wanna let you go

i feel safe and secured
around your embrace
i feel the warmth
spreading all over my body

i wanna lock you up around me
and keep you forever
because if i let you go,
i'll never feel
the euphoria i feel
whenever i'm with you

my mind wanders off
as i let the silence
engulf me
and send me
to a different dimension

the craving of drugs,
the addiction of love
both will take you into another
dimension.
then once you loose
the high
or the lover
that is when reality sets in
and you feel numb
once again.