I do have something
To offer you know
As I’m actually
Quite the catch
If you took my hand
You would understand
And there’s no way
You’d ever go back
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I do have something
To offer you know
As I’m actually
Quite the catch
If you took my hand
You would understand
And there’s no way
You’d ever go back
I know you think
You can change me
That your kindness
Will be enough
But trust me when I say
There’s been too much decay
For my heart to be capable
Of love
Bad Seed
I
wish
there
was a
way
To
make
you
see
That
good
boys
like
you
Aren’t
for
bad
girls
like me
(Originally Posted 26.02.2020)
There is a tendency
When your partner dies
If thinking back
To romanticise
Every little thing
They ever did or said
To remember nothing wrong
In the years you were wed
But as time rolls by you realise
This wasn’t always the case
And putting them on that pedestal
Is just your grief misplaced
It doesn’t mean you didn’t love them
Or that their death isn’t terrible
But to acknowledge their flaws
Is important because
It makes your life slightly
More bearable
Xxx
Wasted Time
If I regret anything now
It’s all the arguments we had
The silent treatment I gave you
The things I did to make you mad
Now you’re no longer here
I can’t put those wrong things right
And I have no choice but to live with that
For the rest of my fucking life
Xxx
(Originally Posted 14.02.2020)
I love that you see
Something in me
And I hope one day
That I’ll see it too
But whilst I am trying
There’s no point in denying
That I’m just not as nice
As you
The Bright Side Of My Dark Heart
I’m
glad
that
you
can
see
it
As
I
don’t
have
a
clue
But
out
of
everyone
It
might
have
been
I
knew
it
would
be
you
(Originally Posted 28.06.2020)
Champagne and strawberries
On the lawn
Pictures of love
So delicately drawn
The heavens open
Colours are blurred
Dreams are halted
And smiles deferred
Surrounded
by death is
particularly
unpleasantEspecially
as not
everyone
makes it
to heaven
I
wish
there
was a
way
I
could
make
you
see
That
good
boys
like
you
Aren’t
for
bad
girls
like me
How
can
you
be so
funny
He
said
And
at the
same
time be
so sad?
Well
you
would
be
too
She
said
If you
had
the
childhood
I had
I look in
the mirror
And what
do I see?
A paragon
of virtue
In a sea of
debauchery
Only ever
Fleetingly happy
But always
Desperately sad
Forever trying
To be good
Whilst contemplating
Being bad
I’ve been here before
I know this place so well
Seems I’ll never get up to heaven
From this far down in hell