I believe it's been Two Years since we met

How many times do you have to run through my dreams,
for me to realize that's the only thing you're destined to be?

Throughout these past few months,
with you only being in my thoughts,
would it be safe to say,
that we are better off this way.

Could I finally breath in,
the fresh air with wonderful scent,
could I finally sit down,
near the tree we never kissed underneath.

Would you say that you'd leave all the memories behind,
start a new life in a community resembling a beehive,
would you start to work 7 to 3,
and never again think of me.

Can't wait for the years to pass,
maybe in due time laugh about our mess,
but I really hope that one day,
we'd meet again.
You'd be just as beautiful, if not more,
and I'd still be the same fool.

I miss you every single day,
and I know that this feeling won't go away,
I hope you never read this,
yet I want you to know that I still care.

1997 was a great year,
too bad we were not born back then,
Two Years passed,
we were in Different Cities,
if it wasn't for this damned place,
we would've never had the chance to say
"Hey, Thanks, Goodbye",
and again,
I don't want you to think,
I Don't Care,
hope you Feel Alright,
although you're probably Tired,
I really Can't Wait,
to see you smile again.

And if you do know what I meant,
if you read the hidden message,
please give them another listen.

What does the handwriting tell about the person? ( Can you know what food they like? )

I took my notebook out,
just to write a song,
but then I saw you,
and now there's nothing I can do.

After all this time,
in this notebook of mine,
I found your words,
forgotten by time.

Our lives are a mess,
but we're doing fine.

Two months have gone by,
without you near by,
my life is a mess,
yet I'm alright.

Hold on tight to these,
hopeless, broken dreams,
I've never given my best,
hope it's not too late to try.

Rooftops and parking lots

Let's go to the 10th floor of the parking lot,
sit on the top, drink and have fun,
ramble and cheap talk should be enough,
the truth is all we got,
and I know it's not a lot,
but,
I still remember how we met, yet,
I don't remember making this alcoholic bet,
three years passed,
and all I can say is I'm glad of the time we wasted,
spending it on memories in unusual places,
not hiding our faces, honest from the start till the end.

Don't be scared to look down,
open your eyes and see the beauty of our town,
take a big deep breath,
we're at the top,
and this night is all we got.

So a few hours pass,
but they went by unnoticed,
all I could think of is how to hold this blessed moment.
Now you're resting in my hands,
with a smile on my face,
you complimented my smell,
girl you made me fell,
so I just went for it and kissed you,
and time slowed down,
allowing us to sit down.
Not because you tripped, no,
we just needed time off,
to get another drink.

So don't be scared to look down,
open your eyes and see the beauty of our town,
take a big deep breath,
we're at the top,
and this night is all we've got.

Now I can see your mother's calling,
probably worried cause she doesn't know who you're rolling with,
but we both didn't want this to end,
you turned off your phone,
and act like nothing happened.

Time to climb down, mix with the crowd,
be on our way home,
let me walk you back to your place,
kiss your face one last time,
and maybe hope to see you soon and call you mine.

Mountain thyme tea rolled up in seaweed playing the role of a joint (the tiger in the zoo is fine with the life there, he's really OK, Tiger-OK I guess(at the end I was quoting the tiger))

All this time,
reminded of the thyme tea I drank,
as I was talking to you.

And all those stories I've heard,
from liars and thieves,
about you, not being who you say you are.

Can't even drink my favorite beverage,
my mind being leveraged,
by the thoughts of another summer without you.

Another year,
another failure,
mind messed up from beer portrayed as a liquid savior,
yellow at first sight, just like your hair,
mental state gripping tight, as I gasp for fresh air.

Instead of studying,
I'm thinking about this,
talking to myself, getting madly pissed,
boiling blood, just like the hot water,
tea bags replaced by rolling papers as I stutter,
calling out for help,
in this lonely hell.

Mountain thyme tea,
you're so dearly missed,
could this really be,
cause of the girl I never kissed.

These crops won't grow here without WiFi, I need YouTube how to guides / worst harvest

Coming home in a town that I don't know,
wandering through the streets near my house.
Stumble on the concrete torn by the flowers growing up,
forshadowed by the street lights.
Wasting away my days,
thinking about these things,
and I'm lost.

You're gone, and I can't find,
the right words to say,
please stay.
Sit on the balcony, thinking so endlessly,
about the sun rise.
Every new day of the week,
same things that I see,
boring chores,
I do all the time,
here I am,
stranded and stuck.

Cowboy Bebop me on the head

Got your email, found out you were pissed,
I haven't sent you my conference essay yet,
please don't lower my grade,
I need all of my points for free coffees,
at The Fountain Place.
I don't think I can take another walk alone,
to my bus-stop.

All I've written is:
"Don't you worry, my old friend,
I know you're waiting for the end,
but nothing matters when we're dead,
at least that's what Spike has said".

I think my librarian's pissed,
cause I haven't read Hegel's book,
and I've had half a year.
She said "Come on give it one more chance,
I know you don't like this dance,
but you should try it out again."

All I said is:
"Don't you worry about a thing,
Hegel is just a mindless being.
There are better things to do,
than committing suicide.
Cause nothing matters when we're dead,
at least that's what Spike has said"

Feeling like Butters after the break up (sad yet happy that it happened)

First time,
February was just fine,
although I was walking on thin lines,
never had the doubt that you weren't mine.
Then the first Saturday came,
our sanities were the ones that remain,
something so plain,
brought us joy,
one sentence only comes to mind,
nothing will ever ruin this.

Yeah, the week went by,
never believed that time can fly,
but here we are,
another Saturday,
and you are not the same.
Your confidence, gone,
smile all done,
and you just couldn't wait for us to go home.

Partially sad,
yet I'm glad that I have you, somewhat,
didn't think that I was gonna make it,
but the sixth day came for the third time,
and you told me you were fine with being just mine.
Another week filled with fun things,
dates lasting through the days,
eyes sparking up just like in the old days,
going back to our old ways,
well,
nothing can ever ruin this.

Or so I thought,
for when the next one came,
you told me this was just a game,
and that you didn't feel the way you said you did.
You wanted to go back,
just seeing what the future had prepared,
without a connection.
So there I was,
ripped pants, cold handed,
heart broken, yet not showin'.
I said fuck it,
gonna wait for the Saturday,
and end it forever.

Bloody mess I created,
gotta tell you to stop,
when I can't do that.
I still care about you,
but I gotta start taking care of myself.
Maybe one day,
nothing will be able to ruin what we were supposed to have.
Maybe one day,
nothing will be able to ruin what I'll have, alone.