I loved to ride my Schwinn bicycle
I guess I was only nine
I ride it down to the pond
where I spent a lot of my time

I also loved a girl back then
She had a dog named Polar Bear .
Of course it was white
Until it was run over
by a school bus whose driver didn't care

I loved living in Florida
The salt air from
the ocean there
When I left the Sunshine State
I left a huge chunk
of me back there

Now I am a hand in my pocket
Always reaching for something not there
Home is where you hang
your hat
But I found no pegs to hang it
Inside of your lair .

If only we could put poems
in a bucket
Then throw onto a raging
fire
Would the flames die out
Or leap even higher .

But it seems words cost us nothing
More plentiful than the grass on the ground
Our lives have become instrumentals
Where there are no words to be found

it took two days,

two days for you to make me feel this way.

two days for me to become addicted to the feeling of your hand in mine,
your lips on mine.

two days for me to become reliant on the sound of your laugh,
the endearing look on your face when i embarrass myself.

two days for me to become so attached to you.

Why is moving on so hard?
A day, A week, A month
And again I go back to the start
I promise I don' t love you anymore
I promise I don't hate you anymore
I promise I don't feel a thing anymore
But again, Why is moving on so hard?

The sun is magnificent and panoramic,
Till it burns you,
To the core, it burns you.
Have you ever wondered,
The same warmth you crave for,
Has burnt you to ashes?

That city, I escaped into,
Dreams burn in the fire,
The heat kills me, it kills me.
For the place I belong,
It rains, and rains, always.
This cold comforts me.

That city which holds,
Dreams of millions, has mine too,
But misplaced it, somehow.
Ah, it suffocates me,
Lend me one more breathe.

Back I come, to the place,
Where rain renews all,
Where morning is still peaceful.
And, I still love this sky, desperately!