I can see
You look
At my beer
So put down
Your book
And get
Over here
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I can see
You look
At my beer
So put down
Your book
And get
Over here
Sneaking outside
For a cheeky cigarette
I catch your eye
And swiftly regret
That I said
I’d go home with him
Creeping back inside
And to the bar
I see you again
Peering from afar
And I know
That it’s sink or swim
It’s your hair at first
That grabs my attention
But when I see your face
I know my intention
Is to take you back
To mine
And as I watch you again
When you walk back in
Standing at the bar
Ordering a drink
I know it’s just
A matter of time
(Inspired by a writing prompt offered by Michael at https://afterwards.blog)
You’ve already kissed the Blarney Stone
She said
So let’s just call it a night
You’ve necked just as much as me
He said
And spoken as much shite!!
The Other Irish Rover
I’m
sorry
I told
you
I love
you
He
said
I
just
did it
for
the
craic
There’s
no
need to
apologise
She
said
Just
don’t
expect
I’ll
say it
back
(Originally Posted 20.10.2020)
They were the glory days
Although we didn’t know it then
Oh, how I’d love to go back
And do it all again
With you
They
say it’s
good to
be back
And
for once
this time
it is
Reliving
all of
those
memories
Really
is
such
bliss
Just
to be
sitting
here
tonight
Delighting
in who
I was
then
Makes
me so
glad I
got the
chance
To
come
back
here
again
What was I saying?
What was I..?
Ach, don’t mind me,
I’m drunk.
*Hic*.
It doesn’t matter how loud the people are around me,
They can never drown out the voices inside my head.