Month: September 2018

Self destructive fall

Little by little, by every step that he took
The story played out as if in a book
His prologue; a poisoned childhood
Early chapters; him up to no good
His turning point love for a woman
In who’s name he’d summon
The best of himself and all he could be
To save her and their combined destiny
But on this grey day, autumn commute
Before he’d met her, he was in dispute
Fighting himself, self destructive fall
Trying at things no conviction at all
No goals, no hopes, no dreams
No idea yet of what life means

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Sunday lunch

Out all the morning
All doing your things
Sleeping, playing, walking
Lost in the joy life brings
But come one o’clock
Family has its say
Time to gather together
For lunch on Sunday

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Tell me your Secrets

Tell me your secrets
I’ll tell you mine
The stuff on my chest
That’s been there for all time
There are things small and large
That I’ve wanted to say
Waiting for the right person
Now she’s stood here today

Tell me your secrets
I want to know more
To understand you
Like no one has before
The details, the failings
The strengths, hopes and dreams
To be as close as can be
To understand what you mean

Tell me your secrets
They’re safe here with me
We will talk and you’ll realise
It’s ok. From their burden you’re free

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Quiet Night

It’s been a week tumultuous
Busy, bossy and boisterous
Bed has barely had a look in
Never mind a lazy lie in
So when it comes to Friday
And the usual away play
Body and brain take fright
It’s time for a quiet night

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Wallflower Sigh

She’d be in love
If only she could
Romeo’s roll by
Wallflower sigh
Guy at the laundrette
Eyes electric met
Panicked at what he said
Mixed her white with red
She gave tinder a go
But needed to know
What to do or say, in every way
She ditched on dating day
Quiet soul
Looking to become whole
Not seeing on her own
The risk, the unknown
How being open, exposed
Is needed to try to close
Your hand on another
That loves the real you, your real lover

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Can’t look the day in the eye

It’s a sunny day
So why don’t I feel that way
I’m blue thinking about us
With no future, I can’t focus

Everywhere, a mood of hope
So why exactly can’t I cope
There’s trouble in my mind
Trouble of the unsettling kind

People at their highest height
So why should I take flight
It’s wrong, what we’ve got is wrong
No hiding that I don’t belong

Skies might be clear and bright
But that doesn’t mean all is right
The end for us is nigh, that’s why
I can’t look the day in the eye

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New Romantic

Are you romantic?
Why can’t you be more romantic?
Hopeful and damning but what do we mean?
Why refer to something unknown, never seen
Romance is dead, more romance is undefined
What we want, or want to be is totally entwined
I simply want someone to care how I am
Think of my day, my feelings, of me being their man
I want someone to share with, care for, protect
Talk to, think of, make happy, respect
Two people experiencing new lands as one
Two with eyes wide open like life has just begun
Someone to lie with, a hand to hold
Someone to look to over the years as we grow old
A romance can be a story about how we come to be
Our romance is a life together as you and I excel as we

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Love, let it out

Fingers muddy at the potters wheel
Paint on canvas shows how you feel
Write love poems to get it out
Express yourself; dance, sing, shout
Boy meets girl and infatuate
In days of meeting, feelings great
Swollen heart and mind blown
Not ever wanting to be alone
He dreams of her and she of him
What a way for relations to begin
Too much to hold inside one head
Have to express your joy instead

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