I should be in bed,
Its awfully late...

Its not a poem...
Hey (insert name here when i decide who actually...

Blue
Frothing sea-kisses...

Time flakes away,
Like paint off a wall...

Ruby red lips
Kiss London skies...

Sad times are these
With tears on our cheeks...

I miss dragons
And burnt marshmallow...

Memory
Say you love me...

Thats the way it goes
Tripping over toes...

Turn, turn head the other way,
Theres nothing left...

Sometimes at night
She thinks of him...

Drifting, floating,
On sodden dreams...