In the palm of your hand is where I would rest my head and dream of our love that we once had ..

On the corner of your lips is where I want to rest mine ,breathe in your dreams that dance with mine.

In the core of your heart is where I want to rest mine, I shall trust for you to keep it safe even when we are dying  .

In the brown of your eyes is where I want to rest my blue . How I wish we had a giant brush to repaint our life's through .

I met a lady in a pub
And we got on well
The chat was easy
And flowed both ways
I could feel a connection
And I think she did too
The time ran quickly
The last bell rung
Our eyes met
And the lady said
I've enjoyed speaking
To you
I've haven't laughed
Like that in ages
I feel you felt it too
She said
I'd invite you home
But I'm on my menstral cycle
I'm replied smoothly
That's ok queen
I'll follow you home
On my Honda.

Winter
is a monochrome beast,
with freezing paws, an icy purr
and bits of autumn stuck in his fur