Take away the paper.
Take away the pencils and pens.
And lets learn to be friends.

Take away the phones.
Take away the television.
And let's grow closer together.

Distraction has ruin many relationships.
Halted instantly an intimate moment.
Even if was just a kiss.

Take away the noise.
Take away the gadgets of toys.
And let's learn again about love.

Who doesn't realize that in the beginning?
The only time you had was for us.
We told our friends and family, at present we don't want to be bother.

But now, we let the slightest things ruin time between us.

So I'm requesting.
No, never begging.
That we take away the things that's an interruption.

I'm staring at a dead flower
I won't throw it away
It's still bright yellow
only the edges are tainted brown
and it's delicate petals are
floating in murky water and
the leaves are greying
and crumpled
the stem dripping over the rim
of the vase, pathetic
I won't let it die
come back come back please

Excitement.
    2. Bubbly belly.
    3. Oh, this guy is nice.
    4. Is this place clean?
    5. This chair is cozy.
    6. New needle. Yes.
    7. That doesn't really hurt.
    8. Yay!
    9. Oh. I am about to pass out.
    10. Cold compress. Water.
    11. Lie back.
    12. Good. And again. This doesn't  
    really hurt.
   13. Cold compress. Water. Lie            
     back. Chew gum.
   14. Good. And again.
   15. Done!
   16. Bandage.
   17. Pay with tip.
   18. Put on sunglasses.
   19. Eat a waffle.
20.  Peek. It's still there.

Have you seen the missing persons sign?
The one with the pretty girl with wide smile
and sparkling eyes.
The one with a girl who was a honors student
and wouldn't dare disobey her parents.

I think I've seen that girl before
Where?
I last saw her at the bottom of one of the many brandy bottles lined up near the door.
And in the mirror before she took her first fix
But, why?
Because, she couldn't handle the stress anymore, the thoughts of not being good enough and facing the never ending disappointment.

I used to be that girl in the missing persons sign.*
I'm not anymore.*

(a.d)

What if I bumped into her in a queue but we weren't ever meant to cross paths?
What if she told you she would have been on time for meeting you if it wasn't for that short guy who tripped over his own shoelaces and then proceeded to drop his change?
What if that was all that was needed to break the ice, tension shifting, a light hearted swipe at men's uselessness, while snaking your arm around her waist and kissing her firmly on the mouth. ''Men, who needs them, huh'', she is yours, she is putty in your hands.
She replies, ''Not us, baby, not us''.
I am long out of sight but this is what I overhear.