Once there was a girl
A shy quiet one
And she wanted a guy
With all her bare heart

This guy took noticed
How the girl looked at him
So he reached closer
To the girl just to see

He saw how she opened
Her heart just to him
He saw how to others
She closed with a click

But the guy was a boy
Who once played with toys
And this boy grew up
To play with her joy

The girl was not the same
Since that special boy
She locked herself away
And could never return

I miss you,
You know the hardest thing in the world is waking up and realising your not there,
That your voice won't be the first thing I hear,
I miss you terribly,
And honestly I don't know how to put it into words.

I miss you........

there is always somebody or something
waiting for you,
something stronger, more intelligent,
more evil, more kind, more durable,
something bigger, something better,
something worse, something with
eyes like the tiger, jaws like the shark,
something crazier than crazy,
saner than sane,
there is always something or somebody
waiting for you
as you put on your shoes
or as you sleep
or as you empty a garbage can
or pet your cat
or brush your teeth
or celebrate a holiday
there is always somebody or something
waiting for you.

keep this fully in mind
so that when it happens
you will be as ready as possible.

meanwhile, a good day to
you
if you are still there.
I think that I am---
I just burnt my fingers on
this
cigarette.