"What Am I To You?"

What am I to you
Tell me darling true
To me you are the sea
Vast as you can be
And deep the shade of blue

When you're feeling low
To whom else do you go
See I cry if you hurt
I'd give you my last shirt
Because I love you so

If my sky should fall
Would you even call
Opened up my heart
I never want to part
I'm giving you the ball

When I look in your eyes
I can feel the butterflies
I love you when you're blue
Tell me darlin' true
What am I to you

Yeah well if my sky should fall
Would you even call
Opened up my heart
Never wanna part
I'm giving you the ball

When I look in your eyes
I can feel the butterflies
Could you find a love in me
Could you carve me in a tree
Don't fill my heart with lies

I will you love when you're blue
Tell me darlin' true
What am I to you
What am I to you
What am I to you

Me song

Songs dat remind u of certian things..
this song just clawed back.

Sharp tiny claws
Sting the flesh without flaws,,,,

flames to dust
flowers,,,,,

yellow

Go take ur turn

"Hum the
Woh the

Par waqt na tha

Kal tha
Aaj hai

Par waqt na tha"

This aint a elegy

Jostle

Commute in the auto is akin to being jostled at in a mad rush. Woke up with an angry temperament, screamed aggressively at folks, boarded the wretched auto but boy he drove like a maniac and the meter was turning at even a faster pace than his driving. Anyway mission accomplished ,,cma to d office in an hr,,,but I wish if sum day I cud cum 2 d office in half an hour,the weathers playing havoc too,morning sunny smile now I guess it had a fight and just plain blew up hurtling rain drops on everyone. Was caught up in the rain yesterday,this ***** office has a policy of compensating time,as if,,,,,,bloody ******* so I was kept up in the office till 7.20 self imposed compensation module which I’m following,,,,restrictions on browsing ,,,wtf..****** freaks hav lost it,,,,hey all these r minor things I wudnt even bother ,,n it seems lame that grown up oldies follow petty rules,,remember old school days where these stupid types used to exist n they used to exchange marks n stuff,n be friends with each other just so they be in touch with competition,lame,,,n during breaks u’d find them roaming with no one or being aloof,,,n they set they so called principles n high standards ,,I mean if u hav them,,,(principles) then plz for Christ sakes’ laminate d damn sheet n put it up on a wall in ur bloody hall…dont bring up that shit up here,…..damn u,,,,,,freaks,,,,,,,jackasses,,,,nt hey talk abt processes, like hell,,plz follow them ,,,,dont just ……sermonize ,,,enuff,,of this shit,,,,,,,n not a single sou in d office at 9.30,,,,,,,n if u go tell anyone this is what it is,,evryones good to advice u on this,,,do this this is what ur doin wrong,,,n blah,,blah,,but,,,,insisde they r shit scared,,,,,they r doing the behind the scenes activity ,where scheming n stuff, comes 2 d fore..

Going Back To Work

I've got just a couple of days before I start work and all I can think of is catching up with my reading... and a bit of computer games, but that doesn't count. I've got some shopping to do, places to visit, and friends to meet but oddly enough I just can't help keep thinking about all the stuff that I read about in university but can't remember right now.

I guess it has a lot to do with responsibility, and the trust that the employers have on me. I've never let anyone down so far, so it's more about my track record than anything else.

Anyway, wish me luck... work starts on Sunday!

garden

Dawn breaks, the dream aches

To be lost, to be set free

In my minds eye, the picture Resides

Spotted subtle hues

The disgruntled “I know yous”

The fevered “Thank you’s”

And all the things which will never come through

Though the smoke screen is removed

I don’t see anything new

Primrose landscape

Butterflies trying to escape

Azaleas standing shyly against the air

Drooping eyelids

A dilapidated stare

Fresh scented air

With warm decanted air

Green boughs

Plaited ploughs