Blood pouring from my deep cut wounds,
Scarlet in colour, a never ending well of hurt and...

Theres always going to be girls like me
With the hurt the pain and the lies...

With your arms round my waste
Your eyes deep in mine...

The tears have been cried
And my blood has gone dry...

He can fly, thats what the nice lady said
hes flown away to somewhere nice...

Winter's been sacked,
It seems he left the sun on all day...

A poem to a friend
A friend who kept me sane...

I'm not going to blame you for whats happened
Because I know its not your fault, not yours at...

I need you to agree
To say you feel it too...

Dearest grandpa we miss you so
Even with the years gone by still we cant accept...

For months you led me on
For longer I led you...