Raindrop may fall on you head
but thats just the british weather.
All I can say is bring your umbrella out everyday.
Since those raindrops are never going away.

All the clouds
go floating by
as I sit and watch the sky.
Nimble, swift, quick free.
All the clouds go past me.
I do hope they do not gather
and make an army of Grey matter.
Which will cry thunderous roars.
I hope they stay though.
I do like watching the clouds go by
and on some days I dream, that I too can fly
then the clouds and  I will surely sore above the pearly gates
for us a cloud heaven will await.
Atlas until i sprout wing and start to fly,or an Angle makes off with my soul,
with those clouds I shall not go.
I do not mind,for I enjoy sitting with big sunglasses
on a lovely day and watch the clouds that pass my way

There are days,
that I remember
that I wish could of gone on forever
the times we played hide and seek in the park,
blind mans buff in the dark,
dress up games and teddy bears
fun days with just no care.
Though we grow,
we are older now.
These memories will always be  great memories for you and me.

You're Beautiful like Marilyn monroe.
It's a beauty easy to see but hard to show.
When you ask why I love you so,
I say "you're Beautiful like Marilyn monroe."
Then you say"Yes I know, you told me so before.
But honestly *** there must be more."
Between my fingers I place your hair and say
"I love the way your hair looks like the sun, even in the rain"
Then I slowly lift you head and that is when you said
"I love you to, I really do."
I touch my head to yours.
"Oh if only I could open doors that are inside your head, I wonder what you're thinking and what you havn't said."
You giggle quitly and then I place my arm around you.
" I love you whether or not you look like Marilyn monroe."
You smile then you say
"What Hapens when I am old and grey?"
Then squeze your arm and say
"When you are grey and old, I will be too.
Nothing makes me happier then to spend the rest of my life with you."

I feel nothing if not everything at once or not at all.
I feel big and then I feel small.
I feel Ugly and pretty.
Young and Old.
I do not know what to feel
when my hands go numb and cold.
They say it's pins and needles
but I say it's frozen time.
Maybe I'm just mad.
That is it I must be mad.

I leave  notes upon you hand,
just to keep me in your in my mind.
Since I know you  often get lost and
words can be very hard to find.
Don't forget to phone me, don't forget to write.
I gave you all the words you need, make sure you use them right.
I wrote that I love you
Since you know.
I know.
It's true.
You know.
I know.
You love me too.

If you swivel slightly out of glare.
Yes, turn and turn just right there.
You find yourself with simple thought

"I must have been.
I must have left a single mark,"

but its hard to tell
when its so dark.

Turn and turn just to your right,
and suddenly you're over shadowed by the night.

Swiftly and silent you madly glare,
"how dare no one notice"
you were not  there
You must of left some sort of mark,
its just so hard to see now its dark.