Struck

All
my
life

I’ve
waited
for this

The
feeling
of certainty

That
thunderbolt
kiss

High School Reunions

I
wonder
what

You’d
think
of me
now

Fat,
forty
and
fucked

Would
you
still
love me
forever

Want
to be
together
whatever

Or be
thankful
for the
bullet
you
ducked

The Coup

If
I could
do it
over
again

I
would
change
everything

I’d
be who
I always
wanted
to be

And
I would
be the
king

Old News

Some
people
may
have
already

But
I can
never
forget

For
even
after
all
this
time

I’m
still
fucked
in the
head

Deciduous

If
only
you
could
come
back
to me

Like
the
leaves
that
grow
on the
cherry
tree

Standing
outside
our
house

You
can’t
know
how
happy
I’d
be

If
once
more
your
face
I could
see

Standing
outside
our
house

Galaxies

If
I was
to decide

To
leave
this
place

It
would
still
be you

I’d
find

In
any
time or
space

Ruminating

Will
there be
someone
else
for me

Or
will
I forever
remain
bereft?

For
all I’ve
felt is
numb
you see

Ever
since
the day
you
left

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