Saturday, 2 July 2016

You don't know

You think you know someone, you just don't know.....
late nights, mislaid heads, you just don't know,
you lay your cards down, you set your heart alight,
you carve your soul into the one, but you just don't  know, you don't know.

You laid next to me and spoke lies to my eyes,
you reached out to my heart, and then tore it to pieces
your insincerity, masked with your false sincerity,
you just don't know, you don't know.

It breaks my heart, for my heart was already broken from the start,
the charade we played, the endless musical we staged, that which we called our lives
you played the lead and I followed in your footsteps, I followed you, anywhere and everywhere,
I set my heart down for you to carry, but you just don't know, you never know

I miss the idea of that which I dreamt we were,
I miss the dreaming, the fantasy, I miss the us,
I miss the us we could have been, but it all fell to pieces ,
I fell to pieces for your broke me piece by piece until there was nothing left,
I'm broken, shattered , for I just didn't know, I just didn't know.

I looked into your eyes, and yet I didn't see you,
The real you, hidden within, I just didn't know,
I didn't know you...and I never knew you.



Monday, 16 May 2016

But what good would it be



Solitude, a lonely word,
A cup of tea for one, a meal to dine alone.
upon my journey for two, but landed hereupon for one,
A timeless piece to dance, but for my two lonely feet to drag,
I sit across the room, a prisoner to my thoughts,
For If two were deemed as good, then what good would be one if but for no good.

Each passing day I count each chime,
one, two, three, the hours roll by,
they roll with no haste, as if to mock my sorry state,  
a picture perfect of such distaste.
I can not shed a tear, for tears do but come in pairs,                                                                    
and for this lonely state of mind, what good would                                                                         it be to share my teary eyes.

My solitude clears my mind, but brings such space for much disdain,
The journey began for two, but uncertainty let me off before my stop,
My mind wanders alone, cradling its watery grave so close,
This solitude may let the water overflow.....
but what good would it be to let these tears run loose.



Saturday, 14 May 2016

Weep, Weep- the river runs dry.

Trust..... a singularity, a monosyllabic word, a mighty word,
It carries with it such gravity, such power,
It holds its captors bound to eternal bliss,
But...once broken, it becomes a bottomless pit of anguish,
Like Pandora's box, it unlocks pain and sorrow,
Destroying whichever soul is lays its ever reaching grasp.


Trust which is broken, blackens the heart and torments the soul.


To place your trust in that of another, to give your heart so openly,
To hurt so badly from the lies ,the web of deceit,
To look into a soul and see the untruths,
A broken heart, torn into a million pieces, shattered across the room.
And yet to forgive completely but yet needing to forget,
A heart that bleeds, it weeps and bear the scars of deceit,
For Trust- oh a mighty word.


To look into a soul and wonder why,
Such acts of deceit so deep it fills the sky,
to forgive, to forget, but the heart still weeps,
it weeps in fear, it weeps into a sea of  woes,
to forgive, to forget, but the blade still goes deep.

The trust is broken, oh that mighty word,
the word that carries such gravitas, the all powerful word,
To rebuild that trust, to start anew,
To heal the scars and hide the truths,
Weep, weep, it flows like a river, but when the river runs dry,
to hope it will forget its sorrows and be anew.

Friday, 27 November 2015

Going

You know the moment when time stops and you suddenly realise you have no control over your life. when the events of the last few weeks have shaped and molded you to the point where you are now, the present, the now.

Here's to the start of something new.


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