Good times that are frozen in time,
Never will they fade,
Memories can be erased but
these are forever.
To remind you of the Good Ol' days,
Strands of hair immaculate,
Colourful, new and fresh,
Creases have not yet appeared on
the skin, eyes still young and naive,
Those teenage spots that are soon
the most important thing to you,
Yet as age begins to grow on you,
they become another small detail
One of those things put to the back
of your mind,
Old age brings stress, pressure and
hard work,
Youngsters biggest worry is what to wear,
red goes with black, but blue matches
white, heels or boots? Hair up or down?
Nightmare.
Dust collects and time passes,
black and white or even sepia,
disorting the image like it's a hundred
years old, the most precious thing in the
world, But to you
it is.

Found - Part I

I think about what we
could see together,
the places we could
visit out there, all the
wonders waiting to be
watched, whisking me
away from reality, the
pain of normality and
grasping my hand,
everything floating
in perfect peacefullness.

Before you, I was worthless,
I didn't smile, didn't sing,
So bored with the world
I let it take me over, blinded
by the grey that imagination
was killed and couldn't see,
worlds that needed to be
explored.

I came to you, hurt,
Lost and lonely, little
did I realise, you were
the same, in need of
someone, someone's
company, friendship, love.

Two people don't have anything
in common, except their unhappiness,
Opposites attract, Fate, Destiny
Something to explain the tension,
Something to explain the feelings.

If I were older, you younger,
A winning combination,
I see the stares you sometimes
give, when you hold me, you
squeeze a little too tight,
I begin to wonder, do you want
more?

I am dreaming like a girl
So in love with a wrong world,
One not meant for me, I
begin holding onto something
that never had the strength to
stand, living a life you didn't know
existed had consequences.

It's taking me far away,
from those who care,
those affected by my
choices, yet they suffer,
They spend their lives
waiting, and I spend mine?
Living.

You send me away,
Keep me honest,
I come back,
I always come back.

It's your heart
I've been seeking,
Your eyes I need,
Your arms I have
been yearning for,
So confident, but
when it comes to
the things that matter
Silent.

Every now and then,
You run,
into a state of depression,
Never letting in,
Could make the bravest
men feel fear, send
cold shivers down my spine,
Just the sound of your
Voice.

You think you know
what's best for me, for us,
You shield yourself from this,
to stop the hurt, yet you're
already in too deep,
Pulling away now would
hurt even more, you and
I.

Lost - Part II

My head pounds,
My heart is beating,
A new rhythm trying
to stay alive,
How can I live, when
half is gone? You
fade away taking it
with you, I was so drunk
on your smile, too
stupid to notice.

We were/are both alone,
We could have been,
Together. Forever.
You fixed me, when
you were a broken man
Hearts can be mended,
I healed yours.

Hope? That's the only
Thing I now have,
Only thing I can ever have,
Love? Never can I start
Fresh, you will always be
The One.

I like to believe you find it hard,
I need you to be happy, but I
Will always possess you,
Just like you control me,
You'll find your own way,
They'll all follow you, whilst
I live, half of me dead.

Waiting? You have no idea,
Days have become minutes,
Worthless and stupid,
No content, nothing accomplished,
No need.

The times my eyes close,
The times I begin to dream,
Is the only oppurtunity,
I see your face, those chocolate
eyes, and your voice, my
Name in whispers.

Repair - Part III

I see you first from a distance,
Your thin posture, big hair,
I can't feel my bones,
I need to stare, for a moment,
so I don't believe it,
If I believe, I might start to
Fall, I couldn't take the pain
a second time, but when you
turn and see, I think
to hell with being killed,
Here and now, all that matters,

I could try and think
The billion things that
Could be said,
Words, letters, I've
Practised, But no time.

I will always love you,
No matter what the price,
I have to pay, it'll never
End, the ongoing affection,
I see us together, united
Until death, life filled
With the small compliments,
The little kisses, subtle glances.

I see the conflicts,
Battles, arguments,
The misunderstandings,
That's what makes us
Human, that's what
Makes it fun, what
Makes it worth it.

We're here,
And our lives are short,
We should enjoy
Whatever it is
We have fallen into,
Soak up every last minute,
Before it gets broken.

The classroom.
The most ordinary place,
you could ever hope to
go, yet what could
happen inside,
is a mystery
no one has figured out.

So, I walk in
Brunette, pink lips
Ears too big,
And he's there,
The new boy,
His hair flops,
Covering his eyes,
Skin perfect,
Not smooth,
Not clear,
Perfect.
His voice deep
Sitting at the back,
Quiet and lonely,
Waiting to be filled
with knowledge or
understanding.

I speak for the first time,
One week later, He  
smiles, and relief rushes
through me, He
speaks my name, I
could take to how he says it,
Different and original to
everyone else,
We exchange glances and
I walk.

We kiss for the first time,
One week later, He
walks me home,
My pals following
close behind, they
laugh, but I just jump.

Ten years later,
We marry,
Rings exchanged,
Vows are said,

People say they hated high school
But me?
I thank mine. Mine gave me
Percy.

The picture,
a blank, formal take,
Expressing not your smile,
Nor your happiness, But
your dissapointment,
You're hard, stern,
Miserable.

Your number,
you are not a person,
You are a digit in the eyes of the
Gods, noone cares who you
are, what you do, where
you go, do what you
please, they don't turn their
heads.

Your name,
a title that cannot
suggest your character,
People shout it, but
sometimes never know
the person underneath,
The most beautiful
name, the most
hideous idiot

Coming from the other
side of the world,
No one cares.

She turns,
He's there,
She speaks,
He stares,
Her eyes,
His lips,
She stands,
He sits,
She smiles,
He grins,
She walks,
He wins,
They hug,
They kiss,
What love
is this?

Tears flow
sobs quietly escape,
noses are red
eyes are swollen
your face a mess,
You realise the

pillows are wet,
hair falls in your face,
You cannot think straight,
Sniffles and heartbeats
rubbed eyes and pain,

Knock,
Eyes shut rapidly,
Duvet pulled over,
light turns off
the door opens and closes,
eyes are open,

"Yea, noise? then I'll be brief. O happy dagger!
This is thy sheath;"
Juliet, heroine of my world,
reduces me to tears.

What if, when a woman
Turns twenty, she is
frozen in time by her
200-year-old love?

She wants him
By her side, together
But as age takes over
It tears them apart
Turning the insides of
her head mental,
and his mind turned
Insane.

Too much difference
Yet looks match,
no grey hairs,
Similar smiles

They remain, Stuck
in their own world,
Friends passing them,
Only their hands touch,

They think it's perfect,
Yet even a fool can see,
they were doomed, From
the start, their forever
a clouded misconception

Love bonds them together,
Age is forgotten in their life,
Would not trade their situation
for anothers, they would never go
back, back to the simple days.
Happy to be floating,
no real home, no real age,
but more content than any pair
Ready for forever