Shoulders, knees and bows

 My mind and heart are working overtime,

when I came to visit we drank wine,

and right then and there you kissed me on the cheek,

oh how I miss my beloved September of 24.

In that month we forgot the pain,

do you remember when we got soaked in the rain,

we laughed as you held my hand,

oh how I miss my beloved September of 24.

In that year we felt so alive,

oh how I miss my beloved 24,

and in that month we shared a kiss,

oh how I miss my beloved September of 24,

the sleepless weeks are always more fun,

oh how I miss my beloved September of 24.

Send me back to when my heart was full,

us together snugged in your room,

freeze the time and let us relive,

everything we had in my beloved September of 24.

Am I the only one in this institution that thinks running Windows XP is valid?

A king once said,

only jesters rush head first,

well consider me the circus,

because that's all I do

The priest once told me,

love is the biggest blessing,

but he forgot about the heartache,

that can't be covered by a dressing.

And the fool was the wisest,

he kept his mouth shut,

didn't speak a single word,

just because he thought he knew the truth.

When games are played,

no one mentions that we both lose,

even if everyone is talking,

the alcohol keeps me deaf.

The baker once whispered,

you'll be damned if you do,

but he forgot to mention,

you'll regret it if you don't.

And the doctor once mumbled,

time heals all,

I guess it was a lame excuse,

for him not to do his job.

Or is everything they said true,

and I'm the one that has no clue,

am I lost and alone,

endlessly swimming in the blue.

Now the king, priest and fool,

the baker, doctor and town folk,

fall asleep early at night,

while I'm stuck to the bottle like glue.

37 out of 48 hours together

Back and forth,
like the tick of a metronome,
singing steps following a rhythmic pace,
such a wonderful tune of grace.

Polyrhythmic beats of a heart,
making it hard to breath,
all because of the hospitality,
one should be sorry for the fantasies.

An even though it's an awkward time,
the rhythm doesn't change,
the thoughts stay the same,
existing in perfect harmony.

Spending time together,
lives that resemble a turn table,
only getting bored when the music stops,
only getting bored when it's time to part.

Yet overall,
I had a funky night,
it was a really funky time.

Letter to a friend

To the friend who was there from the start,
you will forever be in my heart.
To the friend that made the pain stop,
I thank you.

For every word you said, a smile followed. Honestly I can't remember a time where you turned your back on me.
You are something else, you are my definition of a perfect human being, and although there were times when we didn't get along you still managed to put up with me.
As I grow older I realize what you mean to me, I may sound cliche and clingy but I love you.
I know that friends don't last forever but I hope that you are an exception!