In the Park

He wakes up on top of me
Wearing the same tattered clothes,
As dank and filthy as garbage
On a hot and humid afternoon.

He slips away every day before dawn,
Before they come to check on me
And clean my worn out skin,
And clear my space of thrown out dreams
And rusted needles, still dripping
With the cheap thrills of last night.

One Day You’ll Say..

I’VE GOT to know you more.

I know you.

But I want to know you from you;

your voice, your story.

And I know you just know me by face

maybe by name also, but I’m not sure

but if by name too, then I’m lucky enough.

I’ve got your number.

Saved on my phone.

But I want your number from you;

your voice, your hand.

Now

I OPEN my eyes, sleepiness’ still clinging
It was just another morning
I managed to get up, laziness’ still embracing
It was just another class.

The next morning didn’t have any difference at all
Just another day to breathe, another class to attend
But not until my eyes caught someone
They recognize you even before I did.

Unchained Melody

I cry to let out all my heartaches,

This pain that agony makes…

Crying was never a solution,

So much with all the frustration.