More Alone

More Alone

Recently we moved to a new place, And being new anywhere is very hard. But it’s even harder when you don’t know The language they are speaking all the time. This problem can make you feel very alone When you don*t understand what they say at all. So maybe you can listen and watch them all, From you own little corner of this new place. A person goes by with a dog walking alone, You wave to say hello, even doing that is hard, Because you know it might be just a matter of time, Before they find out what you don*t know. But for now you a safe, cause they don’t know That the words they speak you don’t know at all. But you know it will show the very first time, They try to converse with you in this new place. But you get some nerve and tell...

Yearning

Yearning

I feel this yearning deep down in my soul, Not for just your love, but a little romance. I’m not talking about when we go to bed for the night, But those little things that means so much more, Like when you come up from behind me, And give me a gentle hug or a sweet kiss. A sweet kiss is what I mean not the full passionate kiss, Not the peck on the cheek, but ones of a romantic old soul. Being a man you might not understand me, All I am yearning for is a little romance. Not the full passion, but the little things that mean so much more. The things that don’t matter if it’s day or it’s night. Things that make my eyes sparkle like the stars in the night, A touch out of no where with a soft gentle kiss. The romantic little things that make me...