Friends

Friends we'll be,
Nothing to see.
No more or less,
For you and me.
How do I say,
That's not OK.
I want more,
There's more in store.
I think of you,
That's nothing new.
You're driving me crazy,
Feelings so lazy.
Waiting for you,
To feel like I do.

Blue Skies?

Walking in the park
One sunny, lazy day
When I see, rolling in,
Cloudy skies of gray
"Is this a storm?" I think aloud,
"Or something less severe?"
Still I seek shelter
Amid uncertainty and fear
Here I am, watching, waiting
To see what life brings me
For now, I don't know what will happen
And gray is all I can see