IT GOES ON...

It goes on, Life goes on,

You don't stop for anything, anyone.

Walk the streets like a zombie, 

Wish I had, on me, a gun,

Not to shoot anyone but myself, 

It was my fault alone.

I knew I was walking on fire, 

Yet I washed my feet with oil, 

Oh and how it burned!

Every part of my muscle and bone. 

It was something I had anticipated,

Yet avoided all the symptoms.

The end result is here, 

Black, burned, bruised.

But Life goes on, it goes on,

You don't stop for anything, anyone.

THE WAIT

When on my lonely strides

I dream of your face,

Beaming and gleaming

in the soft moonlight.

How I long to see it,

Again, and caress it with both hands,

Blow a lock of hair off your face

Gently, and see a smile appear.

Trace my fingertips

To your lower lip

Deciding the right moment

To cover it with mine.

When my hands drop

To my thighs, I turn away

From you, to leave

You pull me back

Our bodies colliding

I shut my eyes, while you

Lift me off my feet

closer to your heart

And my lips, parted

Them having waited for so long

For your touch, for you.

I exhale, dreaming of your face,

I imagine, just imagine

How I long to see it,

Again...