A poem #3

we were out there one fun night
you asked if I want to dance
I left my jacket at the table
then dancig was all I was able

forgot the jacket at that table
it was late, I had to leave
before we realized it was gone
it was taken by some filthy thieve

then one day
damn, I still remember it
I was sitting next to you
and some friend that you brought with
drinking coffee and some tea
then you gave me the car key

told me to go look inside
I did just as you told me to do
why was that then I did't knew
I now have a jacket, black, brand new

A poem #2

your hands were shaking

when we first met

and you felt the urge

to light up that cigarette

but you never did

even though you should

all because you knew 

I could hate smoking too

and there we were one night 

with some good old friends along

you were listening

I was singing a song

your eyes seemed sad

but you said nothing's wrong

I'm sure as 'ell

back then nothing was well

when we met again

you sat beneath the tree

your sad hand held mine

your eyes were looking at me

and that's when I knew

and sisters stars did too

the only sad things I've ever loved

were summer rain and you