Sunday, 11 March 2018
Promises broke, As i choke on this last sip of wine. Could of been in a different place at a different time, Could of been, but then that wasn't the plan. Write words on paper, But who would they find? Promised not to get air locked, But that was a promise i'd break. The gin goes down too quick. And sadly no one quite understands that pain. I miss you, The issue of chasing fools golds one too many times. The trust is gone and the it gets harder over time to fix a broken mind, So if you don't mind I got to go, Walk slow my mind follows. Sneaky finger tips, Devil like tongue, Sadly I never learnt not too stand to close to a smoking gun.
I can't make you love me, I can't make you care. I can't make you see, When I'm not there. I can't sing your favourite song, I don't know the words, But if you'd listen, I'd sing along with the birds. That's too early. This is too weird. But text me back, cause I will still be here!
Crushed by living, the burden of the soul. A addiction to the pain of the burn, and the need to keep it close. Holding a toast to those who left you when you where lost. It's simple things that can't be bought or forced. So the empty glass won't hide the truth. Holding on too things which in the end will own you. The past the current and future too, but then what good can you do! So do you accept the black, or make a move? With so much doubt and so much to prove, but yet you're scared even though really is there much nothing to lose.
Thursday, 16 February 2017
All the feelings I feel I can't give them away, I feel like a broken arrow that's been thrown away. Time was never kind, No time never healed the hurt. The sun shines when I'm hungover When I'm really needing her. A broken down clown, Not even a painted on smile can save the day. I wanna tell people how I feel But it just drives them away. So i tell who ever the truth, Isn't a big deal just please don't get close. Because it feels like I hurt the closest the most. So she steals the sky and the grey equals doom. I can't get to far from my bed Stuck in a cycle that I need to break out. Drown by my own bad thoughts of my own awful doubt. I can do better, I can make it through the day. But the bed is always waiting for me with nothing to say. So I lay and can't sleep. Tossing and turning as I get deep. Need to let go, as I grown to old to run. But sometimes all you need is a dander in the sun.
Tuesday, 6 December 2016
Always a stranger in a strange place, On a knife blade And I'm the one pushing myself off the edge. Troubled by self doubt, Too much time alone, To scared to let it out, But I can't leave it alone. I would follow my dreams But then, I can't sleep, And it's the same merry go round When I'm weak. Burnt myself one time to many, Now I don't warm myself by the fire, Na I learnt to stay away. And my yoke is heavy Or maybe I just got carried away Chasing shadows When will I learn, Sadly like a candle, To shine I have to burn. And melted, as the older I get The more ghosts hunt the bed. And it doesn't really matter, Just forget everything I said.
Thursday, 17 November 2016
My sweetheart the drunk. My darling are you calling? The push and shove, The day today, The feelings you tried to hide, But never went away. More then a inch, She would steal your smile, Leave you waiting, While you hit redial. But it's not you it's me, It's intense, It's over the top, It's a new shirt and your hair done, It's something you can't live without. I tried it believe me, But I can never get too far. Hit the wrong buttons, Just to try to get to know you more. But that is the wrong thing to do, Everyone knows you need to be cruel. Kindness doesn't pay the rent, And your already in the red, The deep end of the pool drowning. And again I've said too much. And again it isn't that spark, Isn't that feeling. And all the other reasons.