Where we can sit in silence
and enjoy our own thoughts
away from everyone.
A park bench by a pond
dedicated to someone
who liked the view.
A church pew
where people sit
and ask god to see them through.
Everyone has their own place
that gives them peace of mind.
A place to rest their weary body
and leave
the rest of the world behind.
Their own space
a place of solitude.
4 May 2008
and the first kiss that took place there.Everything has a first time,which is always remembered,there in the back of our mind,deep within our memories,staying with us all the time.14 June 2007
Sometimes it keeps on hurtinguntil the end of time.Tears fall on the pillowwhere you once rested your head.The evening shadowsgrow longer every day,since you left with your new loveand went far away.Now it just keeps on hurting,every time someonementions your name.It just keeps on hurtingfor I’ll never findsomeone to replace you.
You are blind, but I can see,and I describe to you the beauty of it all.The butterflies of many colours,that flutter around us there,to the little birds,whose song you can only hear.We walk that wall everyday,and always there is something new.I wish and pray that some day;you will see the beauty that I do.
You could end upwith a very nasty love bite.Never date Dr Frankensteinon a stormy night.You might just end upwith a bolt out of the blue.Never open Dracula’s coffinas the sun begins to set.You might end upopening a box of your own.
When I put my slippers onmy left foot went in the rightand my right foot went in the left,with my feet pointing outwardsinstead of inwards as they normally do.20 May 2008
No wall to fence me inOnly blue sky above my head.Still I am a prisonerWith a life sentence ahead of meAnd there is no escaping,As my prison has no key.Cupid fired his arrowAnd that captured meMaking me foreverA prisoner of love.
