From this cold embittered heart
I just cannot be prised apart
Like a leech on an open wound
Oh, is there any hope for me
From the past to be set free
And to love again become more attuned?
🖤
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
From this cold embittered heart
I just cannot be prised apart
Like a leech on an open wound
Oh, is there any hope for me
From the past to be set free
And to love again become more attuned?
🖤
You really are quite brilliant
They said
Perhaps you should write a book
I doubt anyone would buy it
She said
Knowing my fucking luck
‘I thought that love would last forever:
I was wrong.’
‘Now you’ve got the best of me,
Come on and take the rest of me,
Oh baby…’
Tell me you don’t want me
And I’ll walk away if I must
But just make sure
Your heart can endure
As you won’t see me again for dust
Another headache
Starts to form
But there’s nothing I can do
For all that would help
Stave this off this pain
Is to lie down next to you
You could just say how you feel
He said
Instead of sending me a song
But these folks are professionals
She said
And I’d only get it wrong
Always
laughing
and
joking
Smiling
on
the
outside
While
all the
time I'm
choking
On the
emotions
I'm trying
to hide
I don’t know what I’ll do
She said
When it’s time for you to go
You may never see me again
He said
But when I’m next to you
You’ll know
We can’t both be dreamers
She said
Or nothing will get done
We’ll just have to take it in turns
He said
For us each to have our fun
I am so tired
I want to go home
To sit in the quiet
All on my own
For I’ve had enough
Of this battle of wills
I just need some silence
To cure my ills
I swear to you right now
On all that is good and holy
Your jokes rarely do anything
But kill me fucking slowly
We can
never
let
ourselves
forget
She
said
That
the
worst
is often
yet to
come
For
crying
out
loud
He
said
How
fucking
long
Are
you
going
to
bang
this
drum?
Although the walls
Are closing in
I’ve no desire
To leave
I don’t understand
Why you find that
So fucking hard
To believe
Not much of this is pretty
Very little here is smart
Quite often it is shitty
But it’s always from the heart
All
you
do
He
said
Is
whine
and
moan
I'm
surprised
anyone
reads
this
pish
Well,
perhaps
if you
She
said
Weren't
such a
prick
My
words
wouldn't
so easily
flourish
So with one tiny needle today
And another still to follow
The future, all of a sudden, starts to look
Just that little bit less hollow
You’d never burn in hell
Would you?
You’re far too cool for that
Shame, really
As it’s all you deserve
For being such a twat
‘I know…
You were…
Way too bright for me’
Throw me onto the bed
Dear boy
Your body on mine impose
For a meeting of minds
Is not required
Let alone
An entwinement of souls
I hate it
When you look at me
For all I see
Is pain
But what hurts more
Is I can’t be sure
I won’t fuck it up
Again
So long
Farewell
Auf Wiedersehen
Adieu
I never liked you anyway
Or the rest of your fucking crew
A second coffin
Was wheeled out
Someone else
Had died
But then I saw
The robins land
So I stood
As my tears dried
Some people stay together
And hate every second of it
But as they’re bound by tradition
They put up with each others shit
They’re worn down day after day
But are far too scared to leave
For of a life full of happiness
They cannot possibly conceive
Broken bottles
Broken bones
Broken hearts
Broken homes
I scythe these words
Across the page
To allow my pain to flow
I find it leaves
Much less of a scar
Than other ways I know
Really?
That’s it?
You shouldn’t have fucking bothered
That’s how you do it,
Boris
Our woman
Has had her say
Now how long
Will it take for you
To protect your people
In the same way?
Let us out
Or lock us in
It doesn’t matter
You’ll never win
For some won’t be told
What to do
You can talk and talk
‘Til your face is blue
But what would help
Is to make a decision
Perhaps then a plan
Would meet less derision
For every day you’re spending
Pissing about like a prick
Lives are needlessly ending
And some don’t give a shit
So come on Boris
Give the public what they want
Just do the job we all pay you for
You fucking fumbling cunt
Maybe one day we’ll meet again
And maybe one day we won’t
But one things for sure
We’ll never be anything more
Than what either of us had hoped
Why should I bother
Going to bed
When there's nothing
To wake up for
Why should I bother
Waking up
When I enjoy sleeping
So much more
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