Hi, pretty lady
Sweety of mine
I long to touch your hair
Braid you a smile
Caress its waves
As we watch tv on the couch
Your head on me
Or mine on yours
Nothing more nothing less
Some quality time
To share with you your interests
Be it gossip or teary "soaps"
If Church is your passion
We may not agree
But respect it I will
And share the experience with you
Would be my wish
If you play video games
To play side by side
Or take turns if need be
Be playful and bashful
Push you so you don't win
Let you get in that last Boss "kill"
Be known as the couple that's "hip"
To take long strolls
Oh wouldn't it be sweet?
On the bea
Sometimes I look at the wall
I see pictures of old
Poems in words
Drawings of thoughts
I see feelings in ink
Smiles glowing in sync
Now washing away
Now I look at the window
I look at you
I look at me
I look in the mirror
Inside my being
Was it my fault?
Was it my doing?
Why are we over?
What did we miss?
I look into water
Look through the fire
Feel through the wind
Dig deep into earth
I seek for a clue
A glimpse or a hint
I look for the reasons
Of our present being
Then a tiny voice creeps up my ear
It wasn't your fault it says.
No, it wasn't me.
It was you.
You let me go
You left me aside
You took up new faces
She clicked the lighter that hung around her neck and lit the cigarette set in between her slender fingers. She took a long drag and looked up at the snowy night sky. She was alone on the dark street. The only light came from the full moon and the lonely, dimly lit street lamp next to the bench she was sitting on. She closed her eyes and felt the icy breeze and the gentle snow on her cheeks.
A voice spoke from her side. "Those'll kill you, ya know." She smiled, taking the cigarette out of her mouth and blowing smoke in his face. "I don't think I'll have to worry about that." The man took one of her fishnet covered hands in his own. His leath