the park is quiet for such a lovely day the sun is shining the wind is light and feels good across the freshly shaven skull

her image is all i can see

her smile is the sun her whisper is the wind

all i could want

yet here i sit watching life go by around me filled with need burning with desire scorching the bench as bad religion plays through the headphones

she fills me but the world is so empty as she sleeps as she dreams

she fixes me but the cracks are deep the sorrow seeps across the concrete beneath my vans

she is everything yet i feel the void inside growing as tears well in my eyes

so i stare at the sun bask in radiant warmth as the chills race through me

i cannot write as the last hangover of frantic typing has my fingers cramped

i cannot dream as she is all the dream i need and i fear losing even a fragment of her beauty

i smell lemon myrtle on my skin feel the soft blue gray fluff on my chest as i cuddle moog the cow

the park is quiet on such a lovely day that masks the loneliness i feel welling up inside of me to spring from freshly shaven flesh

and her image is all i can see