(2015)
I saw you earlier and you looked So stressed if I’m honest about t… But I wonder, did I make the righ… I spoke to you once (and I was ho… With quick fantasy (of worn out be…
Blossom blew off the tree And there goes life I thought As I walked my dog and he limped… And tried to muster a small shower At every lamp post and tree
The glint on your braces as the su… Them was not enough to make me fro… Gladly I’d sear my corneas to see… I didn’t even mind when my lips go… And when they did and they bled I…
A strange thought in actuality two aluminium cans in a bin mass produced liquid in throw away… can somehow represent us, you and… filled with hope and yearning to b…
I don’t want to have to say it Online, through text And certainly not phone. I want to swallow my fear, To say my piece,
Wandering from point to point And stretching our legs We do what we do And we lay our eggs But no matter how large
Beat your chest then Bellow and threaten Gnash your fearsome, Perfect teeth You, brute
Would a grand gesture change your… I endeavour to treat you kind, I dream of the love you will find, But do you even read of my agonies… Are you aware of my poor hidden ec…
I wonder who decided on the big tv Saw a nice hill and thought, I co… Dig it up shuffle it to the side a… Shit why not Add some seating too
Come now! I speak only in jest, I am a fine fool, bred for courtli… Flinging knives at my head And catching them in my teeth. It’s why I can speak daggers,
A moth asks Do we know what it is To actually love? As it gets swatted at I can’t remember what it was like…
These scattered trees mean a lot t… And so often I think that here I’… Many years ago I sent a message Or two. On how I’d explore your f… Teenage fantasy written in bliss m…
I miss your love, you press into me like you’re tryi… to be me lean so hard on me that I struggle… I’ll sit on the floor and hug you…
I craft torn worlds immeasurable, Glades of hilly plains over the mo… Mere dreamed memories shape fantas… And! Points unfinished; begun wrong. A…
Never judge a book by it’s cover? Want me to bow to your proverbial… Keep spitting your self satisfied… I’ll judge a book by it’s cover I’ll gaze at the wrinkled spine