That weekend was unlike anything else.
The music.
The sights.
The touches.
The laughter.
The feeling.

My lips still tremble at the thought of yours pressed against mine.
They stretch in a smile when I think about oatmeal now.
They burn when I think about your skin.

My hands trace this keyboard like they are tracing your skin; lightly and hungry.
They tingle when I think about your hands in mine.
They crave for more. More.

My eyes search for yours in the night, to see your peaceful face.
They roam the skies looking for a glimmer of you.
They gaze into the future in hopes you'll still be there.

That weekend was unlike any other. I cant wait for many more with you...
but now I wait and long for you, yet I feel like I am the only one yearning for the other...
still uncertain of your feelings but I know mine and that gives me hope.

Life isn't easy but then if it were
all we would do is sit and stare
as our time here passed us by
and far to quickly we'd just die

I wish to be more like water an pebble
big fish no pond non aquatic rebel
No litte ripples want to make a wave
see what new found paths I'll pave

The strength in me is all I seek
to stand up tall and not be weak
To face the problems dealt to me
and finally be all that I can be


© One man

I am many things
Tired
Numb
Sad
Lonely
But most importantly
I am me
And that's all I ever have to be