I have a drawer I’m afraid to use dust gathers on it, the entire stretch of carpet around it is preserved
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?
Listening to the gale blow, I recall the banshee of memory, Spectres of what was haunt my thoughts, And I recall the pain,
I measure time By whom I love Spells and stints And long eras It all passes
I am no word-smith I am the anvil Beaten with a hard And heated hammer Scolded by others’
The flower in your hair Was a bit worse for wear the petals that remained Looked rather drained. Even the stalk was crushed.
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…
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…
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…
Flickering uncertainly but still certainly flickering our candle dripped we had trays of wax time and trauma saw to that
I’m a flint head; impressionable And oh so crude Battered and worn by Her rough usage
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…
I dreamt, vivid, I asked your han… conscious uncaring we whirl togeth… Is it too much to ask for such a c… I know I have asked, and you said… But it’s not easy to drop affectio…
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,
Stood in the dark stopped on the pavement beneath th… that I can’t see but I know is th… because I can smell it. looking at the lights on the lake…