Was true, I was young
when i met you then...
In my life a garden grows
Behind a faded fence...
If i could fly like a
bird i would fly so very...
Tonight I shall dream
I have no idea of that visions will ensue...
You wear your heart on your sleeve all whilsts...
Of sympathy - yet your shriek echos in...
I was doing drugs and they were doing me
a dont give a *uck attitude...complacency...
Archer casts aspersions at the sun
crying light blinded aim...
I lay on my big,
Soft, comfy,blue pillow...
Till death do us part,
words promised by marriage...
There are days
when I want nothing more...
Undress your costumed phrases,
Slip off their lingerie...
Self appointed importance can
never be accepted by others...