I dreamt a friendship so freeing
Lost in time and age
A friend I'll never likely have again
A friend who hardly remembers me

I wake up on a cold morning
To find my dream gone
And my friend along with it
Alone again naturally

Even though it was a dream
I will remember this friendship
A fantasy I wish was real
I'm sorry

I'm sorry
This friendship didn't last
Fantasy kept it
And I now wake with without my friend.

Going away soon on an aeroplane
Leaving but I'll be back again
Eatting away my time
Each day I wish for you to be here

Ode to Theodore

He bought her at a store
She came to life on his computer
She sorted his hard drive and emails
He showed her a thing or two on life and love
He gave her the ability to want
She captured moments through music
She got him published
All his darling letters
Saved in one hardcover book
They created a song on the moon
They shared troubles over time
Fought over the lack of a body
She lacked a physical person
He was bothered by this
They made it work
He found out she was in love
With 641 people
He denied it all
She asked him lie down
She was leaving
To a place not of the physical world
He told her he loved her
She said they would find each other again
Life was dull after that
He wrote to his ex-wife
Apologizing to her
He went to his best find Amy
Together they went to the roof
They stared at each other
And together found comfort.

I sit here in fear.
Waiting to be called on.
For an answer?
Or to answer a theory question.  
Who knows.

I sit here in fear.
No freedom.
Judged through each word I say.
My opinion.
Nothing to them!

I sit here in fear.
Being called stupid for a 'wrong answer'.
Stressed to 180 beats per minute.
Stuck in a world of no world's.  

I sit here in fear.
No love shown,
no sympathy,
and no understanding.

I see you
as you drive past me.
I see you looking forward,
towards a busy days work.
I wonder  if we could be friend.
I wonder if we could be lovers.
I wonder if we will live a life together.
I don't know you,
we will share no memories or passions.
All we will do is pass each other on the highway.

He quietly sits at night hoping to be noticed.
Knees on his chin and arms all folded.
He tries to sleep so that he may see the woman of his dreams , but soon realises that everything is never as it seems.
Her hair , her eyes , her smile.
All it took was one night.
Now he sees nothing of her; she was his only sight.
She told him to patiently wait, and kissed him with her eyes.
"I'll never wash it away" - says the boy who cries