I spend my time waiting
for you to come
these eyes are only hurting
and burning and longing
to hear from you again
nights out alone
it should be us
being blunt isn’t half as fun
as learning what
these days will end up
when it’s over
9-21-03
I just hope it’s not over
it’s over already or
has it not begun?
9-21-03
I don’t want this fantasy anymore
I don’t want this anymore than you do
9-10-03
there’s a right now
and a not now
I don’t know how
this one competes with
that one this one
and those
9-8-03
this vision is still forming
illusions may vary
warnings and flirtings
only sway your mirage
as a bed sheet clothed woman
who’s had one too many
9-8-03
I’m in this fantasy of
colored dyes and
airbrushed skies
a fairytale song of your imagination
to swirl away at the press of play
word play is outdated
9-3-03
it all started the same
flickering hair uneasy stares
side glanced winks brings
a moment of thought
to constant fantasy
she said “I miss the love
of a holding hand
of a soft kiss
thinking of this
makes me blush around you”
makes me blush around you
my hand longs for yours
to rip off that ring
and take you away
on my own
on our own
9-2-03