Sing your sunny lullaby,
tell me you want me
Love the lies I tell myself,
speak but don’t talk
Lie about committing to me,
hurt me and hate me
Tell me I’ll never be your right,
I’ll say you’re wrong
Haunt me when you speak to me,
about Love, Lies and Lullabies
The burning embers of our love blow through the wind to burn our skin.
From where we came only dragons know, yet it was a place of passionate fire.
We had it all until you tore a hole through my heart and I smashed our love to shards.
Now, we stand in the silent darkness waiting for the earthquake to crush what is left of our love and return it all to the dirt.
My chest aches and yours is broken;
still, I wish we hadn’t fucked it all into pieces.
your beautiful fluidity
flowing through us
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You treated love like a possession.
Each love left your heart broken.
Your broken heart beats slow;
reduced to a white elephant.
Hills of green can be seen far and wide, although, down here forever is blind.
The sky is shy today, as he decides that we all need a decent dose of grey without rain.
Winds flow through the castle which once housed our family and our loved hearts.
The sky knows what my heart feels, but he’s always been good at knowing this.
I’ve travelled far and wide to try and escape the pain I feel missing you, but I cannot keep going forever.
The sky tells the rain to hold off. The rain tells the sky to fuck off. How like a married couple these two are in retrospect.
Walking along the Kyle, I know the time nears. How wonderful that after 100 years of your moods, you and I will meet again.
The rain begins to fall. It looks like the rain won that argument. Perhaps I will too.
This world wasn’t meant for the weak, but am I really that strong?
I see you in another land with a pink smile and shining eyes, but is that really you in there?
Sitting in my room with mould on the walls and a cold chill that seeps through, I’m reminded of poverty.
Yet, when I look out the window I see the highlands calling. The streams and mountains call from somewhere ancient to tell me it will be alright.
As I look at the mirror black, I see a face I barely recognise staring back;
yet there’s familiarity in those eyes and in those lips.
Undecided yet hopeful, I run outside and towards the hills.
It’s not awful to run, but the sky is so beautiful and grey today.
I wonder when you’ll find me standing by a bin in some random street waiting to touch you again.
Listless and upset.
You sit clutching the remote control as if pressing the buttons will make things better.
He sits over there horny and haggard from listening to your grumpy taunts.
You’re upset with yourself more than anyone else, but you take it out on him.
He wonders when you’ll come to realise those pork sausages are the culprit.
You’re plagued by atrabilious feelings, which only heightens your cloudy thinking.
He does something out of character and gives you a Stomach Ezzy with water.
You’re so shocked you drink it, even though you’d like to cry into the glass.
He sits by you and waits with his eyes closed, for he feels the shit inside of you.
You feel rotten and put the glass and remote down, then paw his legs and feet.
He smiles and opens his eyes to say, “I see your mood’s improving little cat”.
You want to take the piss, but think better of it. All you can say is, “I’m sorry”.
He says, “Pretty one, that is enough…”