Most of my writing is quite dark (but I am quite a happy go lucky person - I just tend to write when Im down to use it as therapy I guess!). |
London bridge is falling down
and with her goes my sanity...
Their quick cheap laughs deserve no spade
Their shallow graves of lowest grade...
I blew out the stars a long time ago
For what good will they do me here...
The gavel with its polished stained wood
fights for justice...
I could chase the world around
Just searching for the scent you throw...
Extracted perfectly
his heart, no less loving than before...
I remember nothing of that first meeting
other than you were there...
Tell me you can read my thoughts
Ten thousand miles away...
He was my best friend. At an age before love or...
After school, we lost our pure minds, dreams blown...
I had put him there
I had willed it, and it had unfolded like a napkin...