Sing Me A Song

I pop in to this shop
cd's are everywhere
people are talking
songs are playing
I wonder around
not sure what I'm looking for
until I hear someone singing
and out of a sudden
there ain't no more album covers
nobody else
and no more words
except the ones
coming out from his lips
and here I am
at the 9th avenue
thinking to myself:
yes, this is the song, this is the perfect song.

The Problem Of...

Misunderstandings lead to arguments.
Explanations are needed but only if they are done rightly.
Otherwise assumptions are brought up and so are expectations.
Which will get to each other's nerves and the need for the always-unwelcome frustration and unreasonable attitude.
And at the end will only lead to more arguments as the consequence of such a world full of complicated words and emotions.

No more words. No more words. No more words. Keep them to yourself. And let them rest.

Take A Breath, Relax Your Brain And Forget Your Heart

It's suffocating. Unbearably acceptable. The more time we spend together, the more I want to stick to you forever. And this is too much, I'm telling you. The fear of losing you one day is really kicking in, making me act like a control freak, monitoring every step you take. Having my eyes on you most of the time only to know exactly what you do and what kind of friends you've got around. The paranoia of you loving me less because of my compulsively possessive behaviour and never ending talks is growing. The fact that I keep suppressing your temper is not helping either. What is going on?... I guess... I'm just too scared of you running away from me... And perhaps, I'm really holding you too tight...

A Ride

People are moving fast with their faces distorted. Cars chasing each other when traffic lights are controlling the pace. Everything seems to be moving pretty quick while I'm in the car. Someone once told me "when feelings are gone, they are gone and that's the way it is". Is it? So how come those tingling feelings get to come back again? They don't stay for long though. But a few seconds are enough for you to taste a bit of that which was once gone. Or supposedly gone. Strange. We are really strange creatures. Feelings are there no matter what. The thing is you only rewrite feelings on those you thought they were gone. They never vanish. That is why we have memories, and each episode teaches you something.