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Alas, the time will come when love is cruel
Whereby life’s too thorny, the days too long.
To each other we look to fight this gruel;
For it’s within thine heart I do belong.
Sorry I am for the grief that resides
Within the walls of our tender enclave.
And through mine eyes lays perfection besides
Me as I wake to see peering; my fave
Is here with me and that’s all that matters -
Without you, my royal kingdom shatters.

He’ll always be there for you;
looking down upon you and leading the way.
Such a special bond to make one jealous;
to remind us of who we are.

As those tears rolled down I wondered who was stronger.

Picking up the pieces and not ever giving up,
you asked me again to make sure and I hid.
Boxing everything up inside -
pretending to be fine.

You held on tight that day.

No mention of yourself nor a glance towards the dark,
it all became clear when we all held hands.
I sang the song for you.
And felt it all.

Your heart melted.

I am glad I can be here for you.
I only urge you to be there for her.
As open as you are and as high as you may fly,
it’s all worth nothing on your own.

Eternally grateful you saved my life.

You asked me to do that,
Forgave all your sins and watched you foul your way to more,
Sat back and swayed in the wind as you trifled through the lines,
And as my hands found their way through the stems,
There is nothing I am going to discover that likens you to anything holy.

I just can’t fathom the uncontrollable urge to spit,
The one that purges and recollects;
Looking at these people it’s clear;
Many mouths displaying their clothed versions;
Carrying concrete-filled, odourless potions.

Keys to rooms that are swallowed in locks for being too small,
I find it all quite curious to see the pencil balancing on the tip.
It teeters.

The stomach rumbles in the dark,
Pretending to be fine,
Telling the spleen to move over.

Looking for the nearest sweet smell,
That song makes way for the final verse,
And as I kept a close watch on that eye,
I tipped my fedora in your general direction.

I saw you on the train today. You didn’t have to say anything, I saw you.

You, the one who dumped your boyfriend earlier and regret it.
You, whose cat died this morning.
You, who can’t find what you are looking for.
You, who have lost yourself.
You, who got up so I could sit down.
You, who stood in my way as I boarded the train.
You, who told your girlfriend you loved her only minutes ago.
You, who thinks she’ll always be alone.
You, whose parents will never forgive you.
You, who was about to buy flowers.
You, who was worried about your uncle.
You, who just became a father.
You, who can’t lie for anything.
You, who contemplated death-by-train only moments ago.
You, who can’t help but stare.
You, who cannot learn to forgive.

And then there’s you in that reflection.

You, who is unable to let go…

These endless nights awake become endless weeks
In the hopes that one day you will return.
Soar over the trees and over the peaks,
Until you find yourself back here to turn
All these dreary walls into fun again.
I admire your generosity,
Your sensitivity and untold pain,
And I pray that one day you can hold me.
Now, let’s cut to the chase, pleasant sire
And recreate those moments in my dreams.
For I know not what you really desire,
I can only provide what there may seem.
Come now and dance within my heart of hearts -
Only now will we know what we do start.

I have cried many a tear for you, my love
in the hopes that you would return.
I have found many a soul that were not you, my love
after the inevitable crash and burn.

I have been sat by the window all night, my love
as all I did before was pack.
I have thrown out all your things, my love
and they’re not coming back.

I have walked many a night alone, my love
praying you were just around the corner.
I have cooked and thrown many an extra meal, my love
just to feel my face get a little sterner.

I have cuddled that damn pillow again, my love
cringing at it not being you.
I have wanted to dance in the rain, my love
but, you were unable to see past you.

I am saddened by our lack of procreation, my love
and perhaps it’s for the best.
I have broken your trust, my love
and god only knows all the rest.

I have spilt the wine from our goblet, my love
and it splatters on the floor.
I have spoken your name for the last time, my love
It’s time to see you out the door.

I have hurt myself enough, my love.
The scars are too deep.
I have had just about enough, my love.
It’s time to go to sleep.

I see thou hast replied in no such haste,
Unto which fills me with sorrow, dear sir;
Nor hath my advances been to your taste,
At what path did one cause thee to demur?
Make no mistake, o guardian of words,
I am but gentle, no perversity;
Although, I must admit, likewise the birds,
This tête-à-tête foreplay fills me with glee!
Now I hath thrown you a ball or fourteen,
Ne’er so unscrupulously in doubt,
I command you to take hold of this scene
And forevermore pen your words and shout!
I leave now you to solemnly uphold
Your duties, young gent – come hither or fold.

You still feel.
Fantastic.

Totally swept away by your enthusiasm
and grace, I forgot to tell you how I am.
Coming at me at a hundred miles an hour
faster than yesterday.
Kneel before them and show your distaste for the
time I was meant to be beside you.
Smile at me some more because you know you want to.

Forget her once more and she will
never look after your turtle again.
But, you already will not –
I can see it in your eyes.
You are unforgettable and it shows in the way
you hold.

Higher and higher we must climb the fortress of high
and become the all-time low.
Send the signal forth and let the caped man come to you.
Come here like never before.

You still feel fantastic.

They remember the time they had a thought.
Clock struck four and it spun around.
This utopia is what they drew last week,
where they stood in the pouring rain.
A tear in the sleep which was licked off.
They mentioned nothing, actually – it’s funny.

I’ll tell you what;
Stay here and play the fool.
Takes a load off them.
They’re counting on you, you know?
This character, the one you love so much, it’s what they need.
So, don’t be late upstairs.

Stroke the paw of the furry one.
Look how innocent he is.
Watch how those people go by and
remember how they felt.
It was good. It was symptomatic.

This is just it.
It doesn’t make any sense and
they knew it.
They revelled in it.
Looking after each other, they revelled in it.

Everyone has a muse. You are mine.

So, he’s there and I’m here.
Stick a fork in between and twist the spaghetti together;
Make sure the sauce dribbles over me.
That very sauce is my ticket.
My ticket to the one-way hellhole paradise named after those things I hate.

Handle things as bad as I know you’re going to,
And then switch on the radio.
Listen to the voice once again and dance with me.
Take my toe and pretend you never saw it.
You make me miserable.

Glue together everything that was lost -
If only for a second chance to tear it up,
My sweet. Ness.
Kindly leave the way you came in.
And take that part of my brain with you.