your hand sleepy
and resting deeply
in mine,
the sound of your voice
pecking like a sparrow,
tickling my heart back to life;
beaming, vast, sunshiny
and unbroken.

But I'm grateful for feeling it.
For in truth,
what could love be
without it?

They tell me I couldn't be more beautiful, or be anymore kind,
Clearly the fools here are blind.
An ugly truth uncovered,
A dark fore-telling discovered.
For I am a siren,
Singing against the wind
If you listen to my song,
Closely you can see
There's a darkening world inside of me.
You will hear the words
Full of pain,
They become hostel, and vile.
Thier potent words
Masked by false hope.
As my mouth spews fire.
And you fall in love,
blinded to my ways.
I shake my head in dismay.
Standing next to you but,
I'll let you waist away on my battleground,
So here I stand in my manipulations.
Never once did I lend my hand,
To pick you up again.
Your soon to be a distant memory,
Like a passing thought played in slow motion.
Your gone now,
Did you enjoy my song?

I sit alone just observing, staring
I'm on my well deserved tea break
Just enjoying the view, not complaining
Taking in the beauty of the lake.

The water ripples and across glides a swan
and I notice the slow path it takes
I question where my life seems to have gone
and I realise I need more tea breaks.

my thoughts always run
in your direction..
the wrong direction..