Our late night conversations
that turned into good morning's..

The songs we shared when we were bored.
The concert you promised the details of..

All those don't go yets you used to give me..
Were they all synthetic?
Were they all fake?

Were they all just candy you cook,
So girls like me fall for you?

Do you even hear the songs you said you do?
Or do you just make them up too?

You told me to wake you up.
I did, and you never said a thing..

So that was it?
That was all it?
No nothing?
No goodbye?
At least show me my mistake,
At least tell me why?

I miss those messed up, sleepy laughter
Before we said goodnight .

Forty seats,
Occupied by 40 different personalities.
The destination,
For now,
Is same.
Just passing the time:
Gazing out of the window,
Talking to a stranger,
Engrossed in mobile phones,
Taking a nap.
Or writing,
*Like me.

Just stay calm and act normal.
Always reminding myself when I'm talking to you.
Just like when I chat.
Just talk like I normally do.

Do you know how many scars you left with me?
All over my heart,
I wear your damage,
like the sleeves of a sweater.
Some how, this pain holds me together.
                  Rather have you,
                   than be empty.
                   hate the pain,
                   but lonely isnt any better.
Whether it makes sense or not.
My heart speaks you fluently.
My mind denies me vehemently.
Thing are meant to be,
as they are,, apparently.

She wants to be wrong
cause she doesnt want to be right
he doesnt come home
he's always out at night
if nothing is wrong
it always ends with a fight
she can never do good, and he can never do right
was such a beautiful home
now something is not right
she staying up all alone
stressing about something different every night
what did she do wrong?
when has she ever done right?
always been out on her own,
all she knows is how to fight.
she does more pray for help, than she gets sleep at night.
always keep a smile on her bright face, even if she cant see the light.
starbucks coffee keeps her going, and faith keeps her upright.

I am glad I lived this long
So I could be on the internet.
I always wanted a ****** life
And though I haven’t got there yet
I am close, I can see it now
Throngs and hordes of ***** people;
Hundreds want to ****** me.
Several sites want to enlarge me,
I blush, nobody wants to reduce me.

I get fifty or so messages a day
Telling me how hot they are.
They treat me like I am a king
Or a kind of ****** superstar.
Calling me like sirens on rocks
They do, at least, until I get
To the part where I must pay
To get laid on the internet.

I have asked enough questions
Some of them embarrassing
To get the idea and understand
Why it’s me they are harassing.
By even clicking on their site
I’ve proved that I am a fool.
They say to themselves, I’m sure
“Will you look at this gullible tool?

Oh, and the promises they make!
They will rock my world with a word.
They will tell me the hottest things
That a schmuck like me ever heard.
But to clear the air, when they ask
For card numbers I don’t make a peep.
I am as ***** as a drunken rabbit
But first and foremost, I am cheap.

The stilted conversation
The formal tone of voice
He's too polite to not reply
He feels he has no choice.

I reminisce and chatter
Babbling on and on
But then I finally realise
His interest has long gone.

I gave the hand of friendship
But that was not to be
We’ve hit a void, an emptiness
Now memory, set him free!