A story read,
A thousand times.
Yet every word is new.

The bookmark placed,
In perfect grace.
Leading me to you.

The turn of the page,
Revealed your photograph.
Words defined,
What the camera couldn't catch.

The sun took a bow,
As the moon took the stage.
The crowd began to thin,
As she thought,
'Always the understudy,
Never the star'.

Run. Run.
Puff. Puff.
Run. Run.
Sip.

The daily life,
Of a slaving *****.
A sip of coffee,
A drag of the cancer stick.
And so the daily ritual begins.

The mail box beeps,
In a rhythmic beat,
The type of sound,
That makes you feel,
Like the back of your brain,
Just met a window pane.

Tring. Tring.
Shuffle. Shuffle.
Tring. Tring.
Click.

Pretentious people,
Pretend to be friends,
The knife behind their hands,
The smile plastered in.

The daily meetings,
The usual pains,
With the motor mouthed,
Sweet tongued *****.

Gulp. Gulp.
Slurp. Slurp.
Gulp. Gulp.
Hic.

The day ends as usual,
With a bottle,
What a kick.

As you swaddle over,
To that one room pit,
That you call home,
And see only in a swill.

Beep. Beep.
Tap. Tap.
Beep. Beep.
BANG.

You wished it over,
But the ritual just began.

The foggy sky,
Painted in hue.
Of grey and white,
And a hidden blue.

The world is covered,
From head to toe,
With creatures undiscovered,
Like a dragon mole.

So venture carefully,
For you may find,
A Saber-toothed squirrel,
Or flying mice.

Carry your sword,
And a little potion too,
For the world needs saving,
And it's looking at you.

Through dangerous tunnels,
And on top of bridges you flew.
Your enemies lie defeated,
As you soldier through.

But alas your adventure,
Has come to an end.
By the voice unforgiving,
Announcing "get off at this station".

And as you walk,
Into your office space,
You see suited strangers,
The same you see everyday.

You avoid the mirror,
For what it shows,
The you that got defeated,
By villainous growth.

'Twas the night before Christmas,
When all through the house
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even a mouse;

Now cut to an Agency,
(It makes for a great shot too)
Where men scurry around,
(There could be mice too).

Joy through the world,
Blares loud on a speaker,
Along with abuses,
Thrown at a receiver.

For here we save lives,
That's exactly what we do.
For imagine if for once,
No one told you what to do.

Turkey and Ham,
Warm bowls of stew,
Are what we are selling,
And we've got Santa too.

Wish you a Merry Christmas,
And a great New Year,
Is what we will be saying,
As we churn a brief or two.

Let it be so clear,
My dearest friend.
We're of different,
Worlds and ends.

I am aligned,
To find my light.
As you get yours,
With a golden coin.

But still we saw,
Each other as,
Equal as possible,
With you more than I.

So goodnight my brother,
Goodnight my friend.
Goodnight forever,
As we have different ends.

One a prince's,
The other a popper's.
But I love you still,
Like Moses and Gautam

His buttons were jumbled,
She soon realized.
She kept pressing rewind,
Yet he kept playing on.
She fumbled with the batteries,
Desperately trying to make it work,
To make him work.
She needed him to be the man she fell in love with.

New age,
Old game,
Played for fame,
That's just a rage.

The million posts,
And tweets that roar,
Of hate and hope,
Juxtapose.

Money talks,
And ideas fall,
As the dreamers sell,
Soul for gold.

The future bright,
For the old with might,
As they dine,
On the young that shine.

Your saviour's you,
And you alone,
Catch those wisps,
That light up the road.

So loose that hate,
And those treacherous ways,
Forget that gold,
And the logic it holds.

Walk off that road,
Filled with *******.
And pave your own,
That takes you home.

Pretty pots,
Perfectly poised,
Pose pretentiously.
Planning plots,
Previously pulled,
Paradoxically.

Pretty pots,
Put pepper plants,
Purposefully.
Planting pain,
Punishing plan,
Premeditatedly.

Pretty pots,
People's pox,
Planetary perceived.
Plotting plots,
Pretty pots,
Perniciously.

Your demons hide,
Within your sight.
You breath to fight,
And fight to survive.

But Survival lurks,
Within the lurch,
Of a tattered Church.

Where restless souls,
Pray for hope,
To one day reach,
A defeatist goal.

A senseless race,
To beat the pace,
In a desperate game.

To be the first,
At god knows what,
Like mice to cheese,
Without a thought.

You run and run,
In an endless race,
Yet you seem forever,
In a circular maze.

This  life, this work,
Is a deep, dark abyss,
Filled with sorrow and dismay.
But if you're lucky,
Even just a bit,
You'll find a shining ray.

A love, the light,
In darkness will make bright,
And carry you across the shore.
Like Charon ferrying your soul.

So hold her tight,
In the darkest of night,
Pray she'll stay,
And free you from this haze.

With every page turn,
He lay more sure,
That she was indeed,
His favourite parable.

The more he mused,
At her great bind.
The closer he found,
Himself by love's side.

But he did haste,
And seal his fate.
With a book without words,
Like a blind man's tale.

A pretty book,
Judged by its cover.
Left no content,
For him to discover.

Hear that heart,
The dark heart.
The one that beats,
To its own tunes.

Feel that soul,
The cold soul,
The one that hides,
Behind shadows.

Smell that fear,
That rancid fear,
The one that claws,
And never gives.

See that reflection,
The unknown reflection,
The one you refuse to,
acknowledge.

The propensity of life's indigence leaves you to ravish in its small prosperities leading to the question where does it all stop?

Is our entire life a battle between the two with an improbable nay an impossible outcome of one beating the other?

I suppose the best one can do is to cash out when the cards are hot.

But doesn't it all seem so futile, essentially what have we done different from the 7.3 billion other parasites all clawing there way to something unknown? What are we fighting, crying and dying for?

Do we even know? Why do we even bother smiling when we know the next minute we're going to bawl?

Isn't the nefarious elation and depression just an elongated version of a manic depressive. So why is one considered a taboo and a disease while the other called life?

As she walked away, down the street, the sun caught his eyes and for that blinding moment in the yellow haze he knew he was looking at the silhouette of an angel.

He stood there, oblivious to time.
Looking, without really seeing, watching the world pass on by.

What had it been?
A minute?
An hour?
Time was a concept lost to him.
And he preferred it that way.

It was the sweetest form of bitter parting there ever could be.
And that killed him.
There was a paucity of words.
There was no need for any.
For the best conversations are often had without words.

Memories flooded his mind.
He pushed them back.
But she pushed harder.

His walk faltered as he steadied himself.
He needed a cigarette.
He had quit smoking for her.
She hated the smell of smoke.
He smiled as he remembered the face she made when she caught him stealing a drag in the corridor.

He looked up, where had he reached?
He didn't care, he needed to walk.
He couldn't stop.
He had to run away from it all.
But who can run from their own thoughts
The thought of living in a world without her.
The thought of waking up every morning without the smile on his face for the conversations ahead.
The thought of never being with her again.

Haunted is the soul of the man,
Who's tasted love but then has lost.

A thought that beats,
To the rhythm of my feet.
Let her go, let her go, let her go.

A jealous heart,
Trapped in the part,
Let her go, let her go, let her go.

A novice soul,
Found love so cold,
Let her go, let her go, let her go.

So hear me speak,
For truth I preach,
Let her go, let her go, let her go.

They give us books,
To make us smarter.
They feed us beer,
To dumb us back up.

They send us to schools,
To train us for society.
They then sponsor concerts,
All about anarchy.

They sell us lies,
Through all our senses.
And tell us to fight capitalism,
With all our heart.

They feed us fear,
Through hollow patriotism.
And tell us to love,
And let the world live.

A child is born,
With perfect clarity.
Yet confusion grows,
Through the voice of uncertainty.

The seeds to which,
Are sown from its first word.
As we become,
Products of dispersion.

An angel and devil,
Sitting on each shoulder.
Giving suggestions,
No one asked for.

So who is it implementing,
This perfect destruction?
The chicken or the egg,
Who had begun this?

We woke together,
That stranger night.
Amongst the stars and showers,
Of bright gleaming light.

A wisps' dream,
I'm sure it was.
But you were with me,
Beyond that I didn't care more.

We flew through the clouds,
Amongst the fish with wings.
Have you ever seen a salmon,
Floating in the wind?

The hues of the rainbow,
Did kiss our skin bright.
It's taste sweeter than,
An apple pie.

And from it we did borrow,
Our flavourful lips.
So that when I kiss you,
Angles do weep.

Through lightning and thunder,
Did we find our way.
Like Peter and Wendy,
In their younger days.

The sky was ours,
To do as we pleased.
Like rover on mars,
But just you and me.

And between our adventure,
I suddenly did wake.
To you lying next to me,
As the dream faded away.

To a reality so perfect,
I didn't need the sky.
For here back on earth,
It's still you and I.

Lets talk,
Through words,
And words alone.

No silent likes,
Nor hopeful sighs.
No playful hints,
Of shifting eyes.

Try a hi,
Hello.
Let's dance tonight,
Even the weather would do.

When did we lose,
Our perfect chaos.
To wishing people,
Would read our blogs.

Love is loosing,
In the battle of life.
Instead we're discovering,
A new social might.

Forgive me for praying,
For old school ways.
Of love at first sight,
Towards beauty, words can't define.

So switch off that smart phone,
And look back at the shimmer.
Love pays it's dues,
To all those who deliver.

Talk.
Thoughts that fill giant spheres,
With words of kind,
Trying to relay, ever so unsuccessfully our deepest *feel.

Feel.
The act of accidently brushing,
Into someone in the metro train,
And looking into their eyes thereby feeling hopelessly and forever lost.

Lost.
The pair of keys,
On another, 'most important day of your life',
Thereby running to the train,
As you overslept again,
Because the night before,
You lay lost in thoughts.

Thoughts,
Of what you would say,
If you looked your one true love in her eyes.
Of words that wouldn't sound like gibberish,
That if used right,
Would allow you to talk.

As I swiped right,
At the heart of new love.
At the new age escape,
For finding one another.

I read new stories,
Repeated many times before.
I read of many interests,
Common to all other.

In their sense of uniqueness,
I found a deep sense of similarity.
Sort of like a deja vu of love,
Of experiences and expectations.

The people in poses,
Too perfect for perfection.
Like a common photographer,
Walked around selling profiles for a dollar.

The love we found,
To seemed too defeated.
Like the last resort,
Trying to make a new beginning.

But here we find happiness,
Albeit in secret.
As we cook up stories,
For our beginnings.

Love I suppose,
Needs new escapes.
In today's destructive,
And timeless age.

So here’s me,
In with a new concept of love.
Not one with a woman, girl or being.
But with a concept new altogeather.

We are victems of circumstance,
Of situations and places.
While you kiss her,
I kiss the sky.

A meteor shower,
Yes, bullets in the sky.
Our hearts align,
You and I, Me, Us.

I have never been short of words,
Until they were snatched away from me.
Like tongs on the stove,
With a fist full of marshmallows.

I loved you more then her,
But I loved you only because of her.
The lost souls,
Within this black hole.

Airports.
Aren't they wonderful.
The most beautiful things on earth really.
Someone once said, "if you want to see true joy or sorrow, visit an airport".
As I sit here in sheer uncertainty of my whereabouts for the next 24 hours. All I can really think of is, how lucky I am to be stranded in one of the most emotive places on earth.

'As pretty as an Airport', Tattooed across the legs of a dear friend who taught me the joys of travel through her exquisite stories. Today I embark to make my own with all the plots and twists that lead you to love a perfectly chaotic book. The uncertainty of where, when and even with whom.

Oh joyous wonder. Oh grateful wanderlust.

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.

She whispered the hymn,
In chorus,
As she's supposed to,
As she's told to.

The writing's on the wall,
The holy wall.
The only wall.

The new world didn't believe in boundaries,
In division.
The world was one, but the people two.
The educated and the broods.

She belonged to the unquestionables,
The holy few.
The god among men,
Who kept the world true.

She read the words again,
Silently. Remorsefully.
She didn't quite get the meaning.
She wasn't supposed to.

But to the world,
The holy world,
The brave new world,
She knew it all.
That's what they told her.

The ****** girl,
The daughter to love.
Meant only for him,
The god, the King.

For that's what it's said,
On the Holy wall,
That's what they told her,
She guessed she read it wrong.

"The game was over,
And they never met.
The friend and the lover,
A match never meant."

In the infinite universes where we exist, we've managed to find the one where we don't.

I tried that little lie,
Called living,
I tried the fallacy,
Of caring.

I tried to build,
A life alive,
I tried to see how,
People got high.

But all I found was,
Pain worth dimming.
All I found was,
Graves worth digging.

A smile that beckons,
A simple Hi.
A look so longing,
It makes you sigh.

But that I suppose,
Is a part of the feeling.
The simple step,
To being human

The sea is but a reflection of the sky, the sky thus sees only the sea.
For truer love is hard to find, than these two lovers that never meet.

It was I suppose,
Her pencil skirt that did me in.
Never trust a man,
Who says otherwise.  

It was I suppose,
His chiseled chest that did her through.
Never trust a woman,
Who makes you believe otherwise.

For all his intelligence,
All her enamour.
All their dreamy thoughts,
That bloom like spring meadowed flowers.

What we see first,
Both spikes and hairfalls.
Is the beauty of the body,
The perfection that we've been taught.

We're the imperfect victims,
Of a perfectly perpetuated society.
Taught to tread carefully,
Through the blurred lines deviously disguised.

We are taught to love,
By the love lost loner.
We are told to be tolerate,
By the taunted jilted moaner.

Ooh fickle life,
what a sullen lie.
Ooh hopeless future,
Defeated before you even tried.

Aaaah the Heaven above,
A safe haven for the lying scums,
A repentful cry and all is forgiven.

Aaaah the Hell below,
A labyrinth for the hollowed souls,
A tear for love and all is lost.

Aaaah the Earth that's here,
A truly wondrous place,
The hateful get loved,
The lovers get lost,
The lost find roads,
Entwined in another's soul.
The souls ride free,
In an excuse of a body.
A thoughtless zombie,
Just trying to be free.

But all that keeps us going on,
Is the thought of the Angles,
Above and Beyond.

I lost too many games to you,
I lost my heart in our last feud.
I lost a bit more that shimmering night,
I lost my friend in a battle of likes.

That one girl,
Stole both our hearts.
A pretty minx,
Who called us apart.

The string was thin,
Atleast for me.
I could only,
Find defeat.

The game was yours,
To begin with.
I was there,
To fit your win.

The girl was yours,
From the word said go.
But I was lost,
In that to and fro.

I repent my sin,
To your holy grace.
As I walk out,
With no face.

A lifeless lover,
Alone in dreams.
Who tried to discover,
What true love means.

The fault was mine,
To spark the skew.
Which left us here,
In the moment of truth.

But know this still,
I love you more.
You are my brother,
Forever long.

Words flow simple,
Without a thought.
When you're in love,
And she's far beyond.

But the closer she gets,
The harder it seems.
To be the same love,
That made you lose sleep.

Nights filled with wonder,
Are now spent with her.
The nearer she gets,
The further you disappear.

Infatuatingly frightful,
Infuriatingly close.
Her love deems you mindless,
Wondering what went wrong.

For everything is right,
But the world seems hazed.
A misty might,
A question in the glaze.

But 'hush she whispered'. He's under your bed. Say goodbye now, for he's forever dead.

Their senses fade, his through alcohol, hers through his words.

Tick, he pulled out his car.
Tock, his wheelbarrow wouldn't go far.

Tick, his phone battery was dead.
Tock, another lost bed.

Tick, Armani or guess?
Tock, food or medicine?

Tick, another drunken night.
Tock, the body pile grew high.

Tick, his coffee grew cold.
Tock, three drops or four.

Tick, born at 11:30.
Tock, born at 11:31.

You and her,
Are words unclear.
You and her,
Are thoughts unheard.

It makes no sense,
That I know.
But love isn't supposed to,
Or so I'm told.

No rights, no wrongs.
No path's lie clear.
Just roads entwined,
For us to be near.

The commen sense,
Is but a fool.
Mocked around,
Just like a tool.

You know it's right,
And that is all.
Your senses dive,
Freefall.

Alas this love,
Is a one way street.
You lost hope,
To her shuffling feet.

You breath her in,
With one last look.
You keep her in,
Your unread book.

You say goodbye,
But you spell it weird.
You don't look back,
But keep a mirror near.

Twas the night I saw a ghost,
A morbid little peace of hope.
He did his dance, he said his words,
He knew however, None his worth.

He haunted till the early morn,
The dreams of dreamers,
Their lives unscorned.

He knew not why
or what he did,
Just the job
was a burden of his.

He walked alone,
Through the crowd,
He drank alone,
In company.

From house to home,
From world to wide.
His journey the same,
The passengers alight.

His life so real,
His dreams untrue.
His bowed endower,
Didn't mean much to you.

But when you did,
See his sliver.
He was gone,
A hope, a Quiver.

A light too lost,
To your darkness still.
A prayer unanswered,
The hopeless kin.

We love the villains,
We love our villains.
Love the wrong doers',
The anarchists at our doors.
Just as long as they are not ours.

We'll support the gays,
And fight for all hate,
As long as they're not us.

We'll sing for a better world,
And light a candle for their souls.
As long as they're not us.

We'll like their wars,
And bring food to their doors.
As long as they're not us

We love their words,
But their words alone.
We'll never be,
Part of their soul.

We'll weep for their loss,
And march for their rights.
But remember just,
As long as they're not us.

She swayed a little,
As he held her strong.
She pushed him back,
But he never let go.

He drank her in,
Little by lot.
She pryed on his,
Everlasting love.

His friendship was,
All that she saw.
But for him it was,
Quite a lot more.

He loved her true,
Like a poet's tale.
But she refused,
To let him in.

He never quit,
She never stoped.
He loved her true,
While she played on.

None was at fault,
And no one quite right.
She lost a friend,
He lost his life.

This game was over,
And they never met.
The friend and the lover,
A match never meant.

You stole my words,
And made them yours.
You broke me up,
Without remorse.

I lost through you,
Not just love.
But the sense of knowing,
What friendship was.

The tides were high,
As people changed.
But you I prayed,
Would still remain.

But the grave was mine,
Dug too by me,
Deep enough,
For you to leave.

You found your exit,
You took it and ran.
And stole from me,
My reminisce.

My sweet memories,
Were now just yours.
You left me alone,
Without my thoughts.

But I did fight,
That tainted heart.
I spat it out,
As I drew guard.

Of people who loved,
And friends alike.
You taught me dear,
How to survive.

I thank you now,
As my ashes feed,
My new life,
The one just for me.

When you are your own worst enemy, you become your only friend.
You live through people, but don't exist yourself.
You butter your bread through hours of toil, but so does a mule.
You lose yourself to thoughts in conversations and lose your conversations to sudden thoughts.
You're the oxymoron that lives and breathes.
You're the contradiction that never succeeds.
But for all your flaws and all their hate,
You're unique, a star that never fades.

The alphabet jumble,
Became quite a Jungle.
Where letters fight,
Just to survive.

The A's against the Z's,
Like west against the east.
The vowels rule,
This grammatical feud.

There are few rules,
In this anarchic dispute.
Like I before E,
Except after C.

But two letters did stray,
So far away.
In this world so confused,
Love had found its muse.

They left their contempt
They shed their hate.
And they became immortal,
As our stories do say.

These two young lovers,
Are remembered still.
For together they defended,
What hate tried to ****.

And that is how,
Our story begins.
For that's what happened,
When I met U.

You'll be my greatest friend,
And I my worst enemy.

Together we'll rule my heart,
Or destroy it in it's entirety

Mirroring thoughts,
I'll match yours.
Mirroring lives,
I'll try it out.

Comical joy,
I laugh with you.
Sorrowful day,
I cry for you.

Busy tones,
I wait for the call.
Monday blues,
I'll keep the coffee hot.

Long night drives,
I'll pull out my car.
Silent days,
I'll keep you guard.

I'll be your friend,
I'll be your lover.
I'll be there for you,
Up until forever.