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
I’m going nowhere but So what? I’m in no hurry But God I wish I was I push so hard for love
Staring at the cracked pavement saving my eyes from the sun and the scene of flowers tied to a lamppost; can of Stella shoved in amongst
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,
Sorry I assume We could be something more Perhaps we can’t I always have hope Alternating with despair
I am no word-smith I am the anvil Beaten with a hard And heated hammer Scolded by others’
Syllables swim through your texts Perhaps not for you but I feel The rhythm, the pull, the give Back and forth and The pause.
Come, come come come, He said grinning with blindingly w… Or maybe it was the sun? Strange, being beckoned on Worry not, I’m sorry my man
The guitar sits in the corner of t… And I wonder, does it wait? To be plucked and played? To sing my melancholy vibrations? Left alone for months at a time
The flower in your hair Was a bit worse for wear the petals that remained Looked rather drained. Even the stalk was crushed.
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
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…
Through trouble taken, and confidence shaken, through stress and pain, hard work yet little gain, I have fret endlessly.
I know your nightmare; nothing is… In life you linger, lost in dreams… You project pain far, poison what… All betray your best, banish what… So, wounded within, who can lift t…
Staring out the office window at the office window across a butterfly flit through a small gap in the window immediately regretting the decisio…