Lost In Translation

The day you left,
Was the coldest day of the year.
People always leave,
Yet in love we believe.

We got lost in Translation,
But didn't even try to understand.
I won't take your words lightly.
Because they were like frost bite to me.


You do what you got to do.
And I'll try and picture myself without you.
She asked me "Should I be worried?"
I replied saying "Only if you want to"


I wanted to put my arms around you.
But with you gone,
I just got myself to hold on.
With no one to give a kiss goodnight.

Some people have real trouble.
Who is brave enough to hold on?
I don't have a clue,
Because I haven't got enough of you.

Santa Barbara Club Port

Naturally, making a Club port,
With only the very best grapes,
Will result in an excellent wine,
And shall taste divine.

But it takes a lot more to produce a good wine,
As exceptional as Santa Barbara.
Consider tasting, from time to time..
Is what sets Santa Barbara apart.

Also the infinite care,
And its purity only making it fair,
Skill that went into perfecting,
Its balance and its flavoring.

We discussed and considered,
Tasted and rejected,
Over and over, again.
Until we got what we were certain.

We created a true Club port.
One with its own distinctive style,
And with a fine fruity bouquet,
It's tenderness rejuvenates your smile.

Our Santa Barbara club port wine,
Will make you want to hold onto,
You glass for little more while.
So refresh your soul, with our club port wine.

For:
Santa Barbara Club Port Wine,
Tonia Liquor Industries.

Wolf Girl.

Pink lips,
Pale skin,
She's the type you should reel in.

Stuck behind a glass world,
Wearing one anklet.
Always wrapped around her blanket.

She might have a thing,
For Taylor a.k.a 'Wolf Boy'.
That's why she's called the Wolf Girl.

Her hair tied,
Holding her teddy tonight.
While you're in another land.

Her face smiles,
Showing off her dimples.
Every time you call her 'Mine'

Feeling like a miss-fit,
Every time you hang up on her.
All she wants is another hug,
And get hit with love bug.

Lately her face beams,
At each look in your eyes.
And at the sound of your voice.

Sings out like a humming bird
And in fights,
She'll be a mocking bird.

She's gentle as the feather,
Keeps changing moods like the weather.
Her head dipped in love stories and love songs.
She holds onto relationships that last long.

She'll always be my daydream.
Whilst you play around with my angel.
But I'll hope for a better life,
'Cause in my bitter heart she feel hard.