Pm₄₉

The fluffy strands of flowing clouds
attract me to the skies above.
I want to bounce up on these mounds
of water cotton weaved with love,

by nature's gentle weary hands,
curbing the mighty flaming ball,
to give some rest for sunburnt lands
and bring the plants' lifeblood: rainfall.

One day my breath will leave to see
the hills of white I so adore,
up there, it won't be only me,
but everyone I loved before.

Pm₄₈

I know you hear the word a lot,
I know that enough it is not,
And there's not much I can say,
To make all things I've done OK

I want to tell you how I felt,
I saw your smile begins to melt,
And though it pained me to the core,
I know I must have hurt you more

I blabber on, stop thinking and
I'd rather my mouth would just end,
Completely block sentences that,
Could make your heart feel really bad

And though I say this word a lot,
I mean it in my every thought,
I add your pain to our story,
For every time I'm so sorry

Pm₄₇

The car backseat,
looked eagerly,
at hands that meet,
touch-talk sultry

It screamed "Just stop!
What is the rush?
Feel how your hot
nude bodies clash"

Urge so, so strong,
our bodies led,
we stopped, far long,
before our bed

I threw you down,
your begging face,
had made me drown,
in your embrace

A touch of yours,
felt like 10 amp,
your heart - the source,
my groin - the lamp

And when the circuit,
finally closed,
I coudn't stop it,
the current flowed

Pm₄₆

I wish i had a way
To love you how I should,
Like sun, ending the day,
covered with pink cloud hood

I wish i had a word,
That tells you how i feel,
Like memory safely stored,
Remembered often still

I wish i've been through fights,
To reach out to your soul,
Like star's last dying lights,
Escaping a black hole

But no instead I got,
The best person there is,
Someone I love a lot,
Who's words just do not miss

Pm₄₅

It's empty without you around,
never knew, how i'd miss the sound,
of your breath next to me in bed,
of my lips touching your forehead

Every morning I reach to find,
dreams not yet having left my mind,
your hair, your hand, your face, your scent,
but dreams, still being dreams, I can't

Vice clamped firmly around my heart,
keeps getting tighter from the start,
of moments when you can't be found,
it's empty without you around