Friday, 14 January 2011

Invisible Girl

 She only wants someone to love
To have someone to love her
But she is so scared to reach out
To show how she really feels

He keeps passing by her every day
So near to her, in the corridors
So many times she wishes he would see her
If only she could be one with the crowd

She is an invisible girl, hidden from sight
Always kept in the dark, never the light

She smiles at him, from across her desk
But he never notices she is looking
Every girl is always catching his eye
But she never seems to be the one

She always sends him secret love letters
Someone else seems to take the credit
Why can't he see her feeling this way?
Her heart is breaking, yearning for him

She is an invisible girl, hidden from sight
Always kept in the dark, never the light

Suddenly he turns to her and he looks away
He never notices the tears she is crying
She is too scared to try grabbing his hand
Thinking she will never be good enough

If only she knew the thoughts in his head
He wants nobody else, to to be with her
She makes him tremble, too afraid to speak
If only she would talk with him, call his name

She is his invisible girl, hidden from sight
She hides from him in the dark, never the light


copyright Chris Smith 2011

Thursday, 13 January 2011

What Love Really Feels Like

Nervous twitches, like electric shock
Feeling the skin, trembling tingles
Your head finds a way to fly in the clouds
This is what love really feels like

The heart thumbing, trying to burst free
Sensing every part of your blood flowing
Cheeks burning, with a strange sensation
This is what love really feels like

Being together, exploring your very souls
Touching, carressing, and feeling so alive
Not afraid to surrender to the passion, together
This is what love really feels like

Waking up, and holding them in your arms
Soft kisses, and tender smiles of contentment
Never wanting to let each other go, so connected
This is what love really feels like

When they are away, there is always something missing
When you are not talking, it is like something has died
Wanting to be with them, never wanting to keep away
That is what love really feels like


copyright Chris Smith 2011

Saturday, 8 January 2011

Holding An Angel


 Like jaggered, rusty copper nails
Hammered, with malice, into my skin
My heart is bleeding with raw pain
Tearing me apart, agony resides

To love and face your selfish abandonment
Of the woman you tried to share your soul
But the morbid fear of the past came creeping
And you pushed away without knowing the game

Never seeming to realise that to you, she is beauty
That in the eyes of others, her beauty also shines
You tried so hard to keep her, but you used a cage
Only to feel her slip away because she needs to be free

This man has loved and lost, for this must be the last time
When you have perfection and allow it to slowly slip past
Like the ice cold water that runs through your fingers
If you hold on to an Angel too long, it will fly away


copyright Chris smith 2011

Friday, 7 January 2011

Anonymous

Working hard, with no time to play
Invisible in shadows, that never go away
Busy all through the night, never seeing day
Seeing so much misery, left in my dismay

A difficult job where nobody sees me
Hospital porter running on empty
A voice that always rings out silently
Never time to rest, for time to be free

So many patients, moved like cattle on the go
All through the long night, going to and fro
Even those, with names we will never know
Taken to a mortuary, chills me to my soul

Nurses and Doctors, seen at the front line
Rewarded with thanks which is very fine
Anonymous are Porters, this job is mine
We would be the grapes that help make the wine

So spare us a thought for the hard work we do
Taking you to another ward, looking after you
We never stop, all these hours we work through
So many different duties, if only you knew



copyright Chris Smith 2011

Wednesday, 5 January 2011

Miracle Street

Taking a journey, talking a walk
So many people ready to meet
They always listen, they always talk
When you come down to Miracle Street

Sweet old lady, her name is Mandy
For years she has lived out here
Children visit, they always get candy
Because there is no danger or fear

Policeman by the name of Paul
Always sharing with you a witty rhyme
For him you will never have to call
For here there never is any crime

Over there is where lives Doctor Phil
Ready to help you when you need him
But it is so lucky nobody ever gets ill
And the Doctor always smiles and never gets grim

Teenagers help the elderly to get across the road
And the traffic never drives way too fast
Never any fights, everyone holds someones hand
There is a special peace that always will last

Taking a journey, talking a walk
So many people ready to meet
They always listen, they always talk
When you come down to Miracle Street




copyright Chris Smith 2011

Tuesday, 4 January 2011

Germany

Grand country of much inside
Enduring with a gentle pride
Ready to play the great game
Marking football with a name
And music plays for all
Nations hear the songs call
Yet there is still more to come




copyright Chris Smith 2011

Monday, 3 January 2011

Close My Eyes

Do you know how it feels
To be able to surrender
To the feeling of bliss to dream
And escape into required slumber

Alas, that luxery eludes me now
Sleep refuses to come, to welcome me
Only the shadows between these eyes
Shackle me to the damnation of pain

Trying to give in to what never comes
Just the bitterness of a thousand needles
Invisible daggers penetrating my skin
Never allowing me a moment of peace

How many times do I have to beg
For the pleasure of closing my eyes
No pill takes away that edge
It remains with the passing of time

This body seems to want to betray me
Agony searing through these veins
The days, nay, the years are difficult
Just let me close my eyes this once





copyright Chris Smith 2011