I wonder who decided on the big tv Saw a nice hill and thought, I co… Dig it up shuffle it to the side a… Shit why not Add some seating too
Seemed I danced To a short fuse And lit another And now it’s all gone Blown sky high
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…
Listening to the gale blow, I recall the banshee of memory, Spectres of what was haunt my thoughts, And I recall the pain,
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
I felt you Press into me I eased round you like A memory foam mattress Though I hope for more
Caught your eye through the bubble… Of the ale as I drank it Distorted in the glass You looked beautiful It might not be original, but cons…
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?
In truth, There is no 'you’ You are but a lie, a clue You flatter yourself thinking, That my entire thought unceasing Is but on one individual,
Yes? Oh! And now what? Sat on a train I can just shrug At a stranger
Waiting Is exhausting but I just keep on Waiting Because I think you’re worth it Even though I lapse and sometimes
Socks have a good life. They spend their days on separate feet complimenting one another yet not pressed together;
Sorry I assume We could be something more Perhaps we can’t I always have hope Alternating with despair
It would seem I am stuck With a seething mind. So I see three roles before me; Would that I could - I feel that I should,
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…
