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Many moons ago I met a girl called Time, We got drunk together on cheap red wine, She told me she loved me and could make Pain disappear, So I shacked up with her, but made it clear, That I didn't...
It's been so long since iv seen you, You have always been there for me, Just for a shoulder to cry on, I can still picture your smile , your laugh and your song You were here when I left you , And...
Fragrant silence,. Scented,. With hope, and memories seemingly nonchalant in violence. Melancholy breeze,. Attempted,. To soothe, to heal, old sins we breathed. Winter rain,. Relented,.
Is grief just intense love that has no home; No longer a vessel to reciprocate. Lingering in the solemn air; A part of mourning we have to tolerate.
A story never told, Your cards were folded as soon as they were dealt, I've lost trust in myself, I just need to find you so desperately, Don't run from me now, my sanity, This frail state of...
And just as quickly as the gloom began to lift, As quickly as the air began to clear, And I could again see you... Beautiful, sweet, tender...
I fall asleep, Into a deep slumber, With you on my mind. I wake up, Remember myself, It's your face I find. I do my chores, Remembering you, As you were so kind.
Snug in a coffee shop corner, warm coffee in hand, the warmth of the cup, makes me feel grand. Memories of Christmas past come to mind, the sound of a passing train, reminds me of a friend so kind.
I sit inside and I creep you Think about all the ways you could have been And should have been mine About the moments back then when you were there right under my nose and yet not even a sideways...
#colour. I sit along the wooden dock. Entwined around your waist. We see the sunset reach a peak. It lights up your whole face. SUNSET ORANGE, mixed with. Cherry-blossom pink,.
Cold, white marble slabs underneath where I was sitting. Chilled the surface of my skin and seeped into my veins. The sea breeze carried harsh salt that matted my hair and stuck to my face.
I looked ahead and couldn't believe What I saw - do my eyes decieve. There's a box, wrapped in ribbon that's ravish me red. I open it up and look inside.
In a pond a dream lies. A wishing stone, wrapped in youth, Anchored deeply, out of sight, A promise bound in truth.
Remember me the way I was. Remember my sunshine, remember my crashing waves and endlessly stretching sandy beaches. Remember me as I was and the memories made across me.
That was a kind of strange moment, but it passed and again I can think. Maybe it's all the smoke that I've had, or maybe it's just the drink.
I was on my knees Breaking down When you picked me up And told me that I Could do anything As long as I tried Painted the words on the wall You told me I was a miracle You gave me hope And you gave...
Not my work, my friend wrote this for his Dad, who died on 13th November. I thought I would share it.
Eliza: Where are we Jack. Jackalice: A town called Alice Eliza: What's that. Jackalice: It's a place in my heart, deep down. A very lonely town. Eliza: Why here.
#colourchallenge #midnightblue Slices of pure silver, sparkle, Against the canvas of midnight blue. Kind eyes twinkling, Igniting wishes for me and you.
Verse one: I'm just sitting here, Watching the world go by, How things have changed since then, How time flies.
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*Just to be clear, this is a story* The morning light shines down, grey flat clouds filling the day. The sounds, the sights, the character of the city still glimmer everywhere. It seems wrong.
I was riding shotgun with Ma hair undone in the front seat of his car I turn around turn the radio down he says baby is something wrong I sayed nothing I was just thinking how we don't have a song...
Where did you go, old friend of mine. I turned and you were gone.