Drawn

I’ve drawn you,

Each stroke I thought “I’m lucky this is mine”.

Tracing your form,

Stopping to stare at your perfect lines.

My art a mere copy of what this world gave in you.

My work never giving justice no matter how I do.

I’ve drawn you,

I think to have you here in my hands.

Tracing your perfect form,

Wishing life into my creation as each stroke expands.

Capture What You Give

Our dark alliances
Skin ready for sin
My will and your skill
Were anything but dalliances…
I’m in a fog without you
The high-beams out of reach
I’m feeling around in the blackness
Trying to make my way
Through this and every other day
And like those socks (you know the ones)
I wait for your return
Eager to hold you
And capture all that you give

Time

Time doesnt pass like time passes with you.

I don’t lose hours, lose time like we do.

It seems to drag as I wait for your words.

It seems to stand still til your voice is heard.

Then when we get chance fast forward’s engaged.

We talk or hold hands and it picks up a pace.

It goes too quick, flies cos of the fun.

It passes us by til we’re finally done.

Then the breaks bind and time stands still.

Forever we wait, that is until.

Our time comes, a time just for us.

And suddenly time has that same old rush.

Missing You

Missing you,

Doesn’t come any where near.

The feelings I feel,

The deep seated fear.

Viruses and violence,

Conspire to keep us apart.

Illness and unrest,

Slowly breaking our hearts.

Missing you,

Will never ever convey.

The pain that the world inflicts,

As it keeps us at bay.