living ‘lovelessly’ and longing for more
looking at couples through every window or door
looking for that one I can call my own
looking for those arms in which I’d be at home
looking for that special feeling called love
waiting for my angel to fall from above
waiting to find her, be it today or tomorrow
I'm having trouble coping with this lonely sorrow
the sorrow that sits deep within my heart
and hoping for the feeling of love to start
to start with a glance across a crowded room
for the whole room to fade out
and too shoot us too the moon
where we stare longingly into each others eyes
with the stars gleaming across the picturesque skies
this would be the moment I would feel love
the feeling that lifts you high up above
to a place were lonely can't reach
to a place where no ground is beneath
to a place where everything glows
to a place where all my happiness grows
grows up within me
from my head to my feet
sends me skipping joyfully down the street
singing along to no music at all
dancing around in the cafeteria hall
I do not mind what others may say
but having this meeting has made my day
my week my month my year
I now no longer have to fear
the loneliness that engulfed me everyday when alone
the feeling I would have just stumbling home
knowing that no one would greet me by my door
but these feelings I have no more
because I have found her the love of my life
and someday she may be my wife
and when that day comes too the moon again we will go
and just like before... everything will Glow.

A distance can't be measured if its a distance of the heart
Nothing can stretch across that far when two lovers part
It's not because the love has gone
It's because the distance for the loves increased
And one side can't travel that far now,
Rendering the relationship,
Deceased.
It would be spellbinding for this love story to go on and on
But then why prolong the hurt of a supposéd loved one.

Yet even though these lovers part
It's for the greater good
because now. it is not in the stars
the sky has been re-written
But that does not mean new artists
Could not reunite this pair
Because they left it when they did
Able to relinquish their care

So you may feel that a loved one maybe passed you by
but up above there is a plan
a plan within the sky
As one time when the heavens open and rain begins to fall
You'll reach up with your umbrella
and standing soaked forlorn
Will be that love of your life
Asking for shelter from the storm.

chances come and go
and loves may pass you by
but just so you know
There's that plan for us.
You and I.

Journeying intrepidly across the globe we roam
Bags on back
Clothes tight packed
in rolls to save some space
Tents and sleeping bags also
You know, just incase
Toothbrush in the side pocket
With soap, towel and shower gel
All those toilet necessities
Not forgetting deodorant as well
Other pocket for *** bits
Such as pen, pad an... Uhhh 'Dictionnaire'
Once you've settled in a bit
It's nice to show you care
By taking an effort to learn the language
Or at least a phrase or two
Not just the 'parle anglaise?' Or 'specken ze English?'
Stuff that'll get you through.
You want to be able to ask for a
Arancia, a Birne or even a Manzana
I mean your gonna need an orange a pear and an apple... well. aren't ya?
Then comes the paperwork
The booking
The flights
The bills
Practically impossible to get a holiday no frills.

"Friends"
so you've known them for years
but have they kept in touch
I mean they've seen your tears
but so have many films.

who keeps in contact?
regardless of: mileage, county, country or continent?
Not many people pick a pen write you a note send it direct to your address.

It's irregular
it's not normal
it's not the thing to do.
Often I just think some people expect that you will call
but how long would they wait before contacting you at all.
I'm not being despondent
I'm not being obtuse
I'm just saying that it happens some friends never contact you.
You'll always be the one to say
"Yo dude, I'm back at home"
as if you didn't make a conscious effort you'd probably spend your time alone.

Now that is just one case scenario
I mean; others you never see
can bump into you on the street one time
and reconnect instantly.
It may have been a month or more since you spoke to them last
It could have even been years ago since a conversation was had.

But a friend can be many things
They can live far far away from you
Or literally down the street
They may never be the one to contact you, yet are always up for a meet
They may always insist on paying or scrounge as much as they can get
They may always need the shoulder to cry on but never hear your woes
Each friendship is different, dependant on the people I suppose.

Time goes by.
Clocks tick tock.
Sun rise to Sun fall,
days get lost.
Hours drag.
Minutes do to.
Whiling away this period,
until I see you

When I then see you,
time stands still.
The sun beams a warm glow,
a warmth thats felt within.
Hours become wondrous
and minutes so worthwhile.
This period spent with you, is sure to make me Smile!

Aggravation.
Agitation
Unable to let it go.

Assessing the situation,
incase it comes to blows.

Choosing words wisely.
There can be no slip of the tongue.

Counting down from one to ten,
it's like Russian roulette
without a gun.

Back pushed up against the wall
a face within your space

He says "give me all your dough!"
You say "you shouldn't have done that.
No. Oh no. Oh no."

Then
Wham!
Thwack!
Biff!
Boom!
Clatter goes this guy

Walking away from a confrontation becomes hard when you're a spy.

Sat waiting the lights glare piercing and penetrating through my closed lids
Unaware of the hand tenderly caressing my fingertips
The warmth passes over them like a pause in the summer breeze
It's like I am not alone, this hand will not release
It will not release me from it's clinging grip
it's distance shall not decrease.
Forever it shall remain
My support.