Has it never occured to you
She said
Even after all this time
That maybe your mistrust
Fucked things up
And this is all your fault
Not mine?
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Has it never occured to you
She said
Even after all this time
That maybe your mistrust
Fucked things up
And this is all your fault
Not mine?
Having mulled this idea over
To a ridiculous degree
I have decided I will
A book of poetry fill
In twenty twenty three
To Publish Or Not To Publish…
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
(Originally Posted 16.01.2021)
It’s only hypothetical
Because too much time has passed
Though I’m pretty sure
If I wanted more
You’d say yes, if asked
Hypothetically Speaking
Do you
ever think
of me
In those
moments
you have spare
Do you
ever
dream
Of running
your fingers
through my hair
Do you ever
imagine how
it would feel
If you
held your
hand in mine
Do you ever
long to look
into my eyes
And feel
our souls
entwine
(Originally Posted 21.09.2019)
As I have never
Loved again
From that day
To this
I cannot help
But wonder
If someone up there
Is taking the piss
I Can’t Tell You
I can’t
tell
you
how
much
better
I feel
To
know my
feelings
I need
no
longer
conceal
I
can’t
tell you
how much
more open
I am
now
To the
possibility
of loving
someone
again,
someday,
somehow
(Originally Posted 11.09.2019)
So I’ve recorded some of my poems
And I don’t think they’re half bad
Who knew that in speaking
There’s so much fun to be had
But now I’m in a conundrum
As I need to make a choice
Do I stay safely anonymous
Or finally reveal my voice?
Life without you recently
Certainly has been gloomy
Even if my heart is now
That little bit more roomy
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
It
has
occured
to me
once
again
Now
that
I’m
left
without
a friend
Maybe
all
this
time
I’ve
misunderstood
And
it was
actually
me who
fucked
things
up
Good men
do bad things
And good
women do too
If I was ever that way
inclined again
I’d do bad things
with you