Oh yes you don't belong to her and surely you never did,
I know there is a struggle doin it but you've to accept it,
Don't fall for seconds of  heavenly hallucinations,
You'll hit hard afterwards these potions ,
You know already that she got her man,
You're not the one why don't you understand,
Okay, there were of holding hands or intense scenes,
Just pretend they were just uneven chilled breeze,
Forget about them and just move on,
You know there is no reason goin through this storm,
Just get over it you know this way got wild turns and animals too,
Just stop right here because its not your way niether she belongs to you.

Often I think that's it. The way I want things to be.
My future life.
Think this is gonna be my wonderful home.
We can grow old like this.
Together.

At good times I'm convinced of that.
But sometimes the thoughts getting dark and sinister.
Bonding is binding.
I won't do it half-heartedly.
I'm afraid of sharing my life.
Losing my control.
Relinquishing my independence.

And then I see you and everything lights up and I ask myself:
Why are you hiding your life?
It should be OUR life.
OUR control.
OUR independence.

Eating together is bonding
but I can only manage half

Do you know How I treat you?
In my mind, In my heart?
Complex answer which can't be cut,
Wherever my life goes
There you flow,
Every moment I find you,
My heart gets extra dimensions with no clue.
Then after things increased its dimensions to top
And my heart grew a single huge loving crop.
The way I promised the crop to never leave
It in any harsh field,
You are the crop, You are that love,
Whom I found as a blue dove.
Never loved you as a girlfriend
Though, I went to be your best friend.
Dove was blue, thing was different,
The mind is fluent.
And yeah, I loved you more than those
Relations and it was an unexampled love like a transparent rose.
Actually, I don't know anything about life
Let the ignorance and anger come which I can rife.
Let them flow like a stream
No one will mind, but the anger will go and finish like a sweet cream.
I though, we have got better than ionic bond
But actually it was just a weak Vander Waal Force around,
Things just broke
With a single wind stroke,
Just Left me thinking
The consequences,
If I had pretended, used the fertilizer
The crop wouldn't have left the heart
And this unmovable heart
Failed to treat, failed to understand, failed to live.
Curse me, I couldn't understand the feelings in the crop.

Two minds bond together
A mutual feeling of oneness
Time stands still
Life and joy
The moment lives forever
Fingers running over velvet skin
Sweet scent of your body
Gentle movements in rhythm with our bonding
My heart sings with pure pleasure
The moment lives forever
Breathing and lost in time
Arousal wetness flows freely
Entering is ecstatic joy
Sighs of mutual pleasure
The moment lives forever

- Pearson-

Thirty years had passed me by
I was approaching fifty one
For my birthday I thought I would go
to New York and take my son
I'd been there once many years ago
When my boy was not yet born
With his mother gone, I thought it time
To go back there with my son
I checked the web and booked a room
In a hotel that looked real nice
It was just three blocks from Broadway
I guess I should have checked it twice
We flew on in from Michigan
We were set to see some games
We would also go to Broadway
And see some plays with some big names
I should have seen it coming
Problems arising from the start
Our plane was late in leaving
They had crashed the luggage cart
An hour to reload it
Got us off and in the air
With a strong tail wind behind us
The pilot said we'd soon be there
We landed at the airport
Waited forty minutes for our bags
You see, when they loaded us in Detroit
They forgot to fasten all our tags
We went outside to get a cab
We were almost to our stop
We would find the Biltmore Hotel
My young son and me...his pop
We told the taxi driver
To the Biltmore Hotel please
He said "Sir, are you certain"
"They've had bed bugs and there's fleas"
"I checked it on the internet"
"It looked nice and was cheap"
The driver said "OK Sir,"
"But, the Biltmore...it's a heap!"
I thought a bit, but said...."come on"
"It cannot be that bad"
But as we pulled of Broadway
The neighborhood looked quite sad
The street was dark and nondescript
there was no one to be found
Except for idle yelling
You could not hear a sound
Windows were all boarded up
The farther we went east
I thought, for thugs and hoodlums
this street would yield a feast
I thought the cabbie might be right
A new hotel we'd get
But, I still had not decided
Even though the streeted was quite the threat
The sign outside the hotel
Was burned out in some spots
But, I guess from our reaction
We both deserved what we had got
I told the cabbie, do not stop
Just floor it and we'll go
The sign outside the Biltmore
lit up as "BI T MO **"
I wasn't gonna stay there
We went back and made it quick
Just looking at the Biltomre
Well, it really made me sick
I learned one thing this trip
Next time, I'll call ahead
And won't book at the "BIT MO **"
For I might just wake up dead.