We're just two lovers sitting in the park, Waiting for the end of the world. We do not rush- No, instead we linger, In earthy stillness, Just to see if love never truly ends. We watch the grass dance with bumble bees, And the wind play with shadows; All is quiet, until I lean over… Continue reading Just two lovers sitting in the park.
Bury the Hatchet
Bury the hatchet, Or better yet burn it And scatter the ashes so far across the sea We stand no chance of digging it up. 'Cause I know you, You'll get bored and start looking. At least this way We can only stand on the beach And reminisce in what It used to be.
Yes, I think I will stay for another, For just a little while longer. There's the smell of loneliness in the air And I am in no rush. Tell me stranger, Why doesn't forever always last for... Well, forever?
frayed around the edges
I can see clouds in the sky... They're shaped like me and you; Frayed around the edges and slowly drifting apart.
Men and Satan
It’s sinful. But can we tell you a secret? We don’t care. I know, Punish us for feeling No mourning, We’ll probably enjoy that too. Men and Satan mean nothing to us, We just want a taste- A sinful taste. Come, my lover, Lose control, Take control, Be fuelled by desire and Take a heavy… Continue reading Men and Satan
Whatever gets you through the night, babe. Sure, I'll tell you you're handsome- 'I can't decide if it looks better off or on.' Yes, I can pretend you're the only one- 'The only one for me.' '...Babe?' Just don't expect me there In the morning- 'I told you I was destined to leave.' It's… Continue reading Flushed
I think there's something more, Something you're not telling me, A thing you're not saying... Or perhaps many things; Many little things that Make one big problem. 'yes, it was I who put the empty carton Back into the fridge. I also want a break.'
Once we shared paradise, Childlike and wide-eyed, but your heart paled and in a hateful fever of lies - In a storm of sorrow- You left our love out to Die- Dry... I meant dry. It's not dead Only dormant. I know because I still love you.
You're wasting your time. The light for which you pray Is gone. It flared once, then died; swept away by the dark, cocooned in shadow so we believe it is no more. Our love is no more. We have lost our way. We have lost our light.
Is That Called Love?
You're turning Black and white to colour, Ripping through shreds of paper To find the truth. You won't find it now It was burned long ago But the ashes still exist in my chest If you'd like to rip that open too And see for yourself. Go ahead, Crack each of my ribs And leave… Continue reading Is That Called Love?