Charlie faced the other way. 'I don’t want to go to school today, Mom. I just want to see. I don’t know. Do the day different.

Our eyes see the future we desireAnd if yearning is enough, turn blind entireTo any threats that challenge our hope.Oh, how small indeed is Reality's scope.

Life would be enough to know what you do in a day.

There are seconds of remembering you throughout the day -- moments when my heart twitches. Moments when I am hell-bent on forgetting your heaven-sent scent.

Goodbye, but wave to me not! I cannot wallow seeing your hand unaccompanied, like an unclothed child deserving supplement.

We meant to each other The way trophies do: On the day of.

I admire you with the kind of love that wants to throw a chair your way just to see what you do. Do you know what I mean?

Tickle me, stroke me, feed me, fuck me,Overload my senses-- hug me, drug me.It's hard, you see, to consider what's more,When we hate to think and love the gin. But until this pleasure dies, I will never live--There has to be more to life than this.

I will push the swing for youAnd smile at how high that last one wasAnd you will forget I'm even there too,Giggling in eternity the way a child does.For a few seconds, I sometimes would like the chanceTo swing this swing and kiss the skyBut you love too much this current danceSo I'll keep pushing your swing and tell myself, "Goodbye