Finding stories in everyday adventures
Vik the open hair and the fragrance the color of your eyes and the innocence resting my head on your shoulder hearing your talks, and seeing you blush my smile your smile my smile the holding of hands, and touching of the lips time flies, certainly
Black? Red? Pink? Green? or perhaps blue? baby it doesn’t matter to me what appeals to you. For I’m color blind who sees colors in a different way. You’ve, for sure, liked that one for so long but I must tell you, your pink is my blue. Go ahead, like any color you want, I won’t complain, didn’t I tell that to you?
Us and Them And after all we’re only ordinary men Me, and you God only knows it’s not what we would choose to do Forward he cried from the rear and the front rank died And the General sat, as the lines on the map moved from side to side Black and Blue And who knows which is which and who is who Up and Down And in the end it’s only round and round …
Endless fields of emptiness in my dark and wounded heart Where is my love? The freezing moment when you turned your head and waved goodbye Where is my love? Even all the biggest storms can’t take my pain away Where is my love? Noisy happy people crossing streets from side to side Where is my love? I gave you everything I could but you want the stars Where is my love? Endless fields of emptiness …
A lovely face sits in the dark, lights down, staring at the bright screen and typing hurriedly something. It must be done today or else it would be too late. There’s only one chance. One that would never come again in life. A chance of lifetime as you may say. Unwary of the next, she goes on, searches until the back of her mind to pull out a miracle that will change her life. Confidently …