Hi.
I saw you sitting there,
Alone and confused.
You're new here,
Aren't you?

Let me help you,
I'll show you around.
I'll be your friend.
Hey, I'm having some friends over,
Why don't you come?

Hi.
How've you been?
We've been meeting so often,
I feel foolish even asking this.
Let's go for a movie,
Just you and I?
I'll pick you up by 8.

Hi.
Last night was fun,
Let's do it again?
Are you going to the party tonight?
You are!
See you there.

Hi,
Where'd you disappear last night?
Ooh really?
And you stayed at his place?
Oh. Well hope you had fun.

Hi,
Sorry I've been so aloof,
A lot happening at work.
Hope you're doing well?
So, how's the guy from the party?
Really? You broke up? Hope you're fine?

Hi,
Want to grab a drink tonight?
Ooh. You're going out with friends?
Sure, some other time.

Hi,
I know you're busy.
But I have to say this,
It's been stewing in me for far too long.
I love you.
I've loved you since the day I saw you wrapped in your stole sitting in the corner.
I've loved the nonsensical 3am calls.
I've loved hearing about your plans and problems and dishing out at friends and lovers alike.
I've always loved you!

Hi,
.......
.......
.......

Bye.

Look down my child,
At this world below.
It's made for you,
A toy, a home.

I've filled it with colour,
With joys and grimes.
With curious creatures,
And weather alike.

It's vast and deep,
And it's even got sheep.
Though I'm not fond of the name,
It sounds kind of lame.

So I'll give you choice,
And plenty of noise.
Free will and likes,
To help you do right.

Don't fret my child,
For you wouldn't be alone.
I'll make you more,
With more of you.

And just for the flavour,
I'll even give you colour.
But all of them,
Would be all of you.
Not one different,
Except just in hue.

Now sleep my child,
And dream of pretty things.
Like Beatles and Music,
And all that you'll build.

And when you awaken,
You'll feel kind of lone.
But remember you're everywhere,
And here you'll always find a home.

The night was young,
So very young.
The moon bashfully peeped,
From the clouds above.
Still unsure,
If it was her cue,
In what was the longest,
Play in history.

We sat on the roof,
Or was it a veranda?
A whisky in our hand.
The cool white drops,
like silver tears,
The type you're not sure,
Are of joy or pain.
Usually a bit of both.

As I took a sip,
You talked to no one in particular,
About nothing in particular.
Laughing at a joke,
Which only you got.
But I laugh along,
Just to see your smile,
Widen a little more.

A drizzle fills,
Our emptying glass.
Longing for more,
Poisonous lust.

As the bottle drowns,
All our sorrows.
The rain covers us,
To forget tomorrow.

As you grow quit,
And look up above.
The night grows silent,
An exasperated pause.

You sigh and whisper,
A loneful night.
You get up and leave,
Me with the night.

My eyes they follow,
Your every step.
And leave for them,
Nothing but a silhouette.

Goodnight my darling, dearest friend,
As i follow you down.
But to a different end.

I found balance,
In an infinite thought.
I found love,
In between a battlefield of lust.
I found beauty,
In a tornado of hate.
I found you,
In a crowded haze.

You turned my world,
The right side up.
You showed me the power,
And the Joy of Us.

Logic, it seemed,
Was for the single and ******.
It was now a game,
Of us against the world.

But even the silver lining,
Does eventually turn grey.
You packed your bags,
And flew out and away.

I stared into nothing,
Filling up on hate.
For eternity was mine,
But without you it turned grey.

The longer I exist,
The lesser I lived.
Till one fine day,
The flower changed to a scythe.

And that was the story,
My dear dark child.
Of death when he met beauty,
Who turned him to the dark side.

Just another page in her story,
He knew his chapter would soon end.
The reader would glance,
And then it was done.

He was there to help,
Build the larger story.
To lift her to her crescendo,
The supporting character,
That never made it as a hero.

But love isn't a fairytale,
People come and go.
Their stories once written,
Can never be forgotten.

They just bleed,
To a hidden world below.
The unheard secret coves,
Meant only for those lovers.

Good morning.
Perfect morning.
Serendipitous morning.

Eyes have just opened,
Phone's out of reach.
Not that it matters,
It's Saturday.

There's a slight taste of yesterday's alcohol in your mouth.
But you don't mind,
It reminds you of the night.

You lick your lips,
There's a smear of raspberry there.
You smile as you remember.

Her name is etched in your mind,
Like the name of teenage lovers,
Tattooed on their backs to battle forever.

You get up,
The sky's a brilliant orange.
You admire it from your window,
No sound of traffic, just the rustle of the leaves,
And the chirping of the birds.

Clementine, you whisper to no one in particular,
You can't help but smile every time you think of her.
She came a bit like a dream, and you lick your lips again,
Just to remind yourself it wasn't one.

You live for nights like these,
The ones to reminisce about.
The ones you wouldn't soon forget.
And you wouldn't forget her.

Clementine. She walked in like a song,
Not a love song, nor a prolific thought inspiring one.
More like that foot tapping beat stuck in the back of your head.
The one that refuses to leave your head no matter how hard you try, no matter how many other songs you listen to.

All you can think of is when would you meet her next?
Would it be an accidental shoulder brush,
Planned to perfection at the next party.
Or would you ask that friend for an introduction?

You're perfectly ruined because of Clementine,
And you don't even mind.
You wait for the night,
When you'll see her again, albeit in a dream.

Clementine...

I craved no sin on that tempest night, but the Algeas had their way. And hold me not accountable now, for the god of grief's ways.