So much to talk...
So much to listen...
Yet No one ...

Girls are my dream poems
The more I create, they look awesome
They become so meaningful
Their approach is never dull
We also find the girls like west wind
With great motion they rewind
They sway with their force
And their blow enforces
Girls are also butterflies
With childish fancy their ideas slighs
Pinned up on life's flowers
They bring eternal bower

you don't have to be pretty
or be beautiful physically
or be great at
anything you love....

as long as you're there
for me to see
and lean on
once every often

and by knowing that you
care and hold me close
to your heart
once every often
i know i can
live life
well
enough.

grab your bags
let go of your inhibitions
and let's leave.
leave this town
leave this city
and break free from our shackles, our chains.

we'll run by fields of gold
bask in the warmth of dusk
wade through the weeks of cold
and reach the crossroad of life.

together,
all the way.