It’s not a childish joy It’s a thoughtful one Bubbles! The enunciation of which Troubles the mouth
Sorry I assume We could be something more Perhaps we can’t I always have hope Alternating with despair
Waiting Is exhausting but I just keep on Waiting Because I think you’re worth it Even though I lapse and sometimes
I’m a flint head; impressionable And oh so crude Battered and worn by Her rough usage
It would seem I am stuck With a seething mind. So I see three roles before me; Would that I could - I feel that I should,
We have a problem with American Otters. Or was it Ferrets? Or We… I don’t remember I read it in a magazine but Mostly paid attention to the pictu…
I’ve seen others dumped Cast off and forgotten With sweet rotting I’ve seen them decompose Into sweet liquor as people
What, God fearing? I do not fear… For if God is loving as is so sai… He should not be wielding the divi… And if he does, unto all those poo… He cannot be just nor properly fee…
Let it go? Stop holding on? Do you see my hands grasping someo… If only it were so simple, I’d let go by mere principle! I was told, like two spent swimmer…
As I see her across the road, I want to call out ‘Wait!’ I dream of running after her, Of magically fixing things.
Time passes, And our each allocated space and s… relative to the rhythm of lives being lived alongside ours. Strength and sinews fade with sick…
I spy a wrapper on the floor A small thing, hardly a major chor… And yet, no - it shall remain and cause strife and no small pain… It’s just a wrapper - but who’s?
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…
I drink far less water than I sho… And usually when I do I am breaking for breath Or singing too hard Nothing is better though
Through trouble taken, and confidence shaken, through stress and pain, hard work yet little gain, I have fret endlessly.
