a bus I should of never taken I might of not met you, took you out for a drink and felt something between us two, should of ripped up your number
this wooden mould of a decaying ma… this cloak of splinters encasing m… should be no reminder of a loyal c… of the boy to man I used to be, my eyes no more from daylight hide
You start, just a gentle simmer A slight bubble, not much more But gradually you fiercely splash Spitting lava like water over all And as we try so hard to turn down
all those books they stretch across a wall a bookshelf filled with all sorts… all those books I’ve never seen you read
you strode out of the saloon just before high noon looking around to see if I’d decided against the day I stood there minding my own busin…
take a walk with me past these flowers on show and I will let you in I will let you love me past the gate to that place
A rattling door handle from accros… Rouses me from nightmares grey That poor woman is at it again Her ocd, her magic number is 8 Oh here she goes again
as the shoulders sag and droop and… as the burden carried refused to l… the last hope of loves resurrectio… drowning in tears internally wept, you’ll sleep the night but that’s…
drinking down your arrogance like a bucket of molten steel, your glance evicted all my nicetie… as you surveyed the world with con… your circuit boarded marginal walk
one step in front of the other one smile and keep the flow, never let them see you’re struggli… being owned by the under tow, if you ask for help make sure you…
two eyes peeled and on you all the… this bespoke majesty of hurried ga… sanctity comes at the cost of one… the periscope of nosiness comes an… a black two dimensional picture is…
swirls of dull grey a deep dark red finds its way thro… pale cream and yellow dots an artists impression this creation holds its nerve
what dreams your heart does wander… that lusts the lines that weaken f… as a written long and languid bill slowly turning the key at whatever… what thoughts that flow may grease…
I follow us around the house Singing, laughing and dancing Tepid images from a yesterday The ghost of the way we were The magnetic draw of the others ey…
recoiled from a verbal picnic acid tongue fatigue sets in gestures replace utterance easier to mouth words unsaid