Definately not a poet, but i like to blow off steam, good ;o) and bad );o) |
No fancy paper, no fountain pen
not even a card from me to send...
Christmas gifts, cold asses and sniffs
warm Christmas pud and whiskey nips...
My tears in ink
through paper gracefully sink...
She likes solitude to dream in
she likes mystery in all it's guises...
I dig my heels into the dirt
'Cause this one's gonna hurt...
I want to say how proud I am of you
That you have broken free of your addiction...
A WHISPER AWAY
I can hear you all around me...
All this regret
emotions and secrets...
BEHIND GREEN EYES
Behind green eyes...
Understanding and attentive
your encouragement arouses awe...
The hardest thing to do is to watch the one you love. love somebody else |
The US & England are family...we may argue amongst ourselves (familys do) but hurt one & you hurt us both |
"Man alone is born crying, lives complaining and dies disappointed" |