Burning The Midnight Oil

Words
pour
out
of me

Like
wax
from
a candle

If only
I’d
known
before
now

That
writing
would be
too hot to
handle

Just Because You’re Paranoid…

I
know
you just
tolerate me

I can
tell by
the way
you smile

It’s
like you
are just
humouring me

The
way you
would
a child

“If you haven’t got anything nice

to say,

don’t say anything at all.”

Silence.

I’m
glad
you’ve
got the
all clear

I
really
am
happy
for you

I just
wish
with
all my
heart

That
he’d got
good
news
too

I
remember
what you
would say

To
hurt
and to
annoy

But I
always
forgave
you

In
the
end

For you
were just
a little
boy