i'd hoped for more Distance Is not just about being miles apart. Families gleefully Dressed in white Chatting and gossiping Always together Ohana means family No one gets left behind You would assume with all the Love and excitement They were warm and accepting And yet I've always seen A sad grey pigeon Lost and wandering as far away As he can Because he knows thatall our mistakes Are shown in the light Of the color white Slap, slap, slap; she's always chatting, Maybe to the gulls up above.Distance Can be about Being a road away from each other Yet never having the chance to meet. Distance Can be about Chatting online everyday But replying with only "yes", "no", or "k". Winds being friendly to us both, I toss the lines and give a shove.i wish i could talk to you for real,maybe your hands would lace together distractedly, your brown eyes would swim around the room like koi, your hair would fall over your ear...I am chatting with a stranger Her smile did not change My brain is screaming danger But my heart is out of range This girl right in front of me I could read her like a book How great it once used to be But a word was all it took The A young man's confession I didn't know what else to do Than answering her question The truth truly ripped us apart Our roads became divided And I was left with a broken heart But once again our paths collided And now I look at her again As she was the skies above A stranger a lover, a friend A girl I will always love. For she is just like her self, She didn't change at all.Please note that with all subscriptions: - Payment will be charged to your i Tunes account at confirmation of purchase.- Your subscription automatically renews for the same amount as your original subscription, unless auto-renew is turned off at least 24 hours before the end of the current subscription period.
Pepper After a long day's work I listened to the sounds of summer Watched a few stars twinkling In the jet colored sky We were happily chit-chatting About this and that We were all together Just us three Oh, those summer evenings Gone forever Only shadows remain Touching my heart give me five minutes i said and the glass, notempty, stared back americans at the bar refused to be quiet as the poem forced itself through the belgian air brussels they said is whereit all comes together - the barmaid, watching me silently, agrees difficult not to see that 0-0 result as a judgment, a prediction an omenno score?
flooding your tiny box, Yet you're determined to stay aground.