I’m left alone with wine and cigarettes
tonight, wondering if I have regrets
I yearned to know the taste of lips on lips,
desired nothing else besides your hands
to caress my cheek, my waist, my finger tips
With ease, it seemed, you met all my demands
You gave me passion only found by few
I crave it now, so nothing else will do
By light of day the torture can be veiled
A smile, a game, assorted hollow things
conceal my actual thoughts ‘til daylight’s failed
By night I feel what disappointment brings

Listen to the wind,
hear the stories it will tell.
Of the caves' echoing laughter,
the wise truths of the ocean swell.
Wind has seen the centuries,
born witness to man-made hell-
yet of these terrors he says naught,
and wishes mankind well.
So listen to the wind,
hear the stories it will tell.
Of the happy songs of animals,
and the lands he loves so well.

you slept on the inside of the bed
I on the outside
you were cooler
I was calmer
and we talked of everything
but of course - mostly - nothing
you left early in the morning
I slept while you readied

you eskimo kissed my nose
to say you were leaving
and leaving me there
and before my smile reached both ears
you reached the door and were gone
but still there in my head
heading toward my heart

i want you if
even for the
shortest moment
of time
even if knowing
our hellos
will also be
goodbye.

i want
you

to hold me.

Your name is the loveliest word
I've ever said. In my life
I've never known someone like you.
Your aura is a quilt
that I could spend all day in
if you'd let me.
I think the chances of me meeting
another you are absurd
and I find the whole idea
to be terrifying.
I could make so much room
for you in my heart.

your smile scent and hair
this all seems unfair
because it makes me slip
and lose my grip

why am i so nervous
why am i so dumb
back to the previous
mistakes, and being numb

i don't know why
but i cant put myself out there
to get rejected.
but i still want to talk to you...

i still want to be hers only
but instead i am sitting here lonely
i wish we could talk more
i wish we hanged more

Woke up
With my eyes stuck together
and my lips dry
and my body stiff

I rubbed my face
and my eyelids  almost closing again

i walked upstairs and walked into my room
and clothes laying eveywhere
grabbed a big sweater and brought it over my head
and slipped my arms through

messed up my messy hair
and walked in to the bathroom
and looked myself in the mirror
my mustache reaching the top of my grey lips
and my stubble growing in slowly
  
walked out of the bathroom
left the light on
and into the kitchen
i yawned,it left me  feeling weake
opened up the cuboards took out the coffee
walked over a basket with bread and took a slice
made the coffe and let it  to boil
put the bread in the toaster and let it to toast

looked out my window
and the blue sky moving slowly
with the clouds fluttering along
the trees turned yellow
and the streets wet,for it rained

the toast popped out
and coffe was made

sat on the table
rubbed my face
the coffee steam raveling my nose
and my teeth ready to taste the crunsh of white toast

i thought about the day
and
smiled...

I watched you, board the ferry from Calais,
   tears streaming down both of our faces,
   so much I could no longer determine
   the colour of your eyes.

   I stayed, until the ferry set sail over the
   English channel and then I turned my
  back. I got into my car and leant my head
  against something much like you were
  probably doing.

   I drove back to the hotel we booked together,
   a lonely drive back down to Paris to the hotel
   but now you aren't there making constant jokes
   as you tried to speak french (which you still can't).

But somewhere in the back of our minds,
We'll always have the place we met,
And the place we parted.

We'll always have Paris.