Do you want to?
Yes.
Will we?
No.
Random #30
‘…And if all that there is
Is this fear of being used
I should go back to being lonely
And confused…’
Dear Stevie
If we
could
meet
We’d
drink
a brew
And
maybe
share
A
laugh
or two
Yet we
would
know
At the
end of
the day
What
connects
us both
Is
life’s
decay
Detached
It
matters
not
If
I go
out
Or if
I stay
at home
As
either
way
It’s
clear
to me
I’ll
always
be alone
Need(le)
I
need
you
here
Please
come
and
save
me
I
need
to
feel
The
love
you
gave
me
No Swimming
One
day
I’ll
wake
up
And
I won’t
feel
this
strong
So
you’ll
find
me
Drowned
in the
river
And
back
where
I belong
The Life Raft
Full
of
holes
As
it
rocks
Against
the
shoals
Campfire Tales
I ask
them
over
and
over
again
What
did
I do to
deserve
this
pain
As I
look
up to
the
starry
sky
The
knife
you
plunged
makes
me cry
Cambuslang
All
those
days we
stayed
in bed
They
rattle
around
inside
my head
Until
the tears
run from
my eyes
As the
love we
shared
slowly
dies
Xxx
Bruised
It’s
OK
You
can
say
it
After
all
it’s
true
I
know
you
never
Really
loved
me
Like
how
I loved
you
Yearning
Time passes
Like a dream
In my mind
As I remember
Everything
I’ve left behind
‘A Song From Under The Floorboards’
We
really
should
not
be
here
I’ve
known
this
from
the
start
And
now
you
wanting
me to
stay
Does
nothing
but
break
my
heart
(Compass)ion
It must be
so easy
for you
Loving
your life
as you do
But spare a
thought for
the likes of me
Drowning
in a sea of
melancholy
‘Twilight’
I wish
I could
rememberThe
good
old
daysBut I
fear they
were just
a lieFor I
cannot
recallAny
time in
my lifeWhen I
didn’t
want
to die
Timing
Time can
never mendA broken
heartWhen tears
descend
It Might Be Friday, But I’m Not In Love
Music
playsAs
I lieIn
a hazeOn
our bedWithout
you
Powerless
Home alone
Thinking of you
Crying again
Knowing it’s true
Nothing
Nothing makes
me happy
Nothing makes
me smile
There’s nothing left
to look forward to
Nothing that
feels worthwhile
Helpless
This grief
is all
consuming
Who knows
when it
will end
As not only
have I lost
my lover
I have
lost my
best friend
The Old Days
Waking along
this empty streetSplashing puddles
with my feetI remember when
we used to meetAnd my broken heart
skips a beat
Old Movies
Come
death
come,
as fast
as you
canAs
frankly
my dear,
I don’t
give
a damn
Clueless
You
think
you
knowBut
you
have
no clueWhat
I’ve
had to
let goOr
what I
still go
through
The Ice Queen
One
touch
Is
not
enough
You
need to
give
more
For
my
heart
to
thaw
The Lamp
I should
have been
more careful
with what
I wished forBecause
I never
wanted it
to end like
this at all
Skin Deep
So scathingly
hatefulSo achingly
beautifulIt actually
hurtsTo turn and
look at you
Robert
Your
melancholic
madness
dances
rings
around
my
heart
As
you
smudge
your
eyes
with
kohl
And
slash
your
lips
with
crimson
Leftovers
A weary,
confused mind.
A hollow,
empty heart.
As bleak as it is,
it’s all I have.
As my life has
fallen apart.
Options
I am amazed, yet again, that I’ve found the courage to get out of bed.
You have no idea how hard it is.
This sustained internal struggle.
The conscious effort required to motivate myself to move.
The strength of belief needed to convince my anxious brain that we can get through the day unscathed.
It’s exhausting.
If only I could return to the naivety of the past.
Travel back to a time when sadness was mere affectation.
Where melancholy was a comforting friend.
And death wasn’t such a viable option.
Happier
Perhaps we’d
have been
happier
as strangers,For never
having met.Perhaps we’d
have been
happier
as strangers,With nothing
to regret.
Grey Days
I love
walking
on grey days.
The raindrops
land on my face
and mingle with
my tears,
Hiding them
from prying
eyes.
