True Colours

What
else
did
you
lose

She
asked

On
the
day
he
died?

All
the
love
and
respect

I
once
had
for
you

She
bitterly
replied

Ceasefire

Not
even a
worldwide
pandemic

Is
enough
to make
you see

That what
happened
to us was
your fault

And you
should
apologise
to me

Dear Reader

Sometimes
my words
are so
savage

I even
surprise
myself

It’s like
the page
I must
ravage

With no
care at
all for
yourself

G42

Was it really

The best of times?

Or was it just

The worst?

I’ve got nae idea, pal

Ma heid’s fuckin’ burst

Impure

When
you
close
your
eyes
at night

Please
don’t
think
of me

Just
pretend
I’m
someone
else

Footloose
and
fancy-
free

Funny Guy

I like
it when
you laugh

He said

I wish
you’d do
it more

Just write
another
paragraph

She said

Then you’ll
really see
me roar

Bed Head

There’s
so much
power,

In the
scissors
you wield,

It really
makes me
worry.

One slip
of your
hand,

A snip
or two
unplanned,

And I won’t
be going out
in a hurry.