Friday, 12 August 2016
Nicole you saved me maybe, but then again I am far to damaged to bare this.
I've started making more room in the bed,
for a lover who's not there.
Hugging more than one pillow,
funny how quick it turns from cold to hot.
and i'm sharing the bed with memories of you.
The memories take up all the room,
but that is what memories do.
The pillows don't hold me back,
though the memories do.
Need to move on,
Need to run,
but I can't even make for the door.
All I can do is over think.
Am I aloud to live here? Or do I have to go outside?

Wednesday, 10 August 2016
Chasing the clown in me
To be myself with nothing else'
Throw the clown to the side,
Like throwing stones in shallow shores.
But no one wonders when i'll be home tonight.
And I need to find a way to fix my head
without listening to my heart.
But there she is at every point.
And all it means is another hard day
When everyone else is having better fun.
And i feel i better run,
But better days have came and gone,
And old friends no longer say hi.
So i wonder would they say goodbye.
And could i be myself and all that you need,
The need to need someone else,
And i could feel the cold from the inside.
But the bedcovers are all on your side.
And all i want is to be myself,
But i forgot myself to be your kind of guy.
So tomorrow is almost yesterday.
And sometimes even the greatest of painkillers
Can't numb this kind;

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