In my dreams

He is so far away

and yet I still

think of him everyday 

against my own will

If he charged me every time he came to my mind

I would be a beggar lying on the street

with a dejected heart and cold feet

someone please be kind

fly me to him - quick! 

His memory is therapeutic

His smile is beatific

His charm could ensnare a beast

Who am I to resist?

It is not desire, it is not lust

I cannot define it...but if I must -

I would call it an attachment and a hope

that one day he would fancy me back and we would elope

into the sunset, holding hands

me in my white floral dress, him in his black leather pants

ps. Got the inspiration to write a poem after so long! Happy to see that my artistic abilities are still here and I am not just a pool of maths and science. :D What do you think? 

Don't question my friendship please :(

You're going away and I'm really upset
Add that to the fact that I can't send you off
This situation stinks more than a rat
But that doesn't give anyone the right to scoff
and challenge my dedication to you as a friend

If I had a choice, I'd be there at the airport tonight
Waving you goodbye, maybe hugging you tight?
Trying to catch a glimpse of your back, until you're out of sight
And praying that you have a safe flight
What I wouldn't do to be there, it would be such a delight
Beats sitting at home and waving at airplanes as they fly past my home all night

Alas, I hope you're not disappointed in me
'cause that would be a heavy burden to bear
I'll prove to you someday, somehow
That I really do care
And that my friend, is a vow