As I see her across the road, I want to call out ‘Wait!’ I dream of running after her, Of magically fixing things.
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…
I’m light Quench me slake my smoking chariot In your flood Before the smoke gets too much
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
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 am no word-smith I am the anvil Beaten with a hard And heated hammer Scolded by others’
It’s not a childish joy It’s a thoughtful one Bubbles! The enunciation of which Troubles the mouth
From the tram to the train I’d sc… from shuttle to shuttle with only the speakers for company and then Sorry, can I just. I. Sorry
Wings of wax and feathers plucked From your breast (not literal, min… But it sure felt like I was flyin… We’d laugh and you’d call me Icar… Always in danger of being
Could I have my heart back please… I’m making this a general announce… As i’ve lost track of where it is Or whoever has it right now I can’t tell if it’s getting passe…
Dulce et decorum est mori est Because at least that way it’s don… scattered ashes in the wind lodged in the soil, waving at worm… I couldn’t give a shit
Once a week was just right? Greasy, slippery with fat Forever too much but right regardl… And you’d finish me in the morning I was your takeaway.
I craft torn worlds immeasurable, Glades of hilly plains over the mo… Mere dreamed memories shape fantas… And! Points unfinished; begun wrong. A…
Sorry I assume We could be something more Perhaps we can’t I always have hope Alternating with despair
I have a drawer I’m afraid to use dust gathers on it, the entire stretch of carpet around it is preserved
