love does not grow on trees
it is not done manually by hand
or found in well worn knees
it’s not found in immaturity

forget it all
life’s bitter sweet element of surprise
what you look for,
you rarely find

what can i do,
the old me, it had to go
and this new one,
is one i hardly know

I Won’t Let Go i won’t let go i will fight for the hold i want to be in your … More

a little pain,
will justify the end gain
i don’t mind you crying,
it might just hide mine

you left,
you slept with me
when you was with him
he is the cap,
to your bottle of pink gin

i will sit here,
with the lion and the beat
i will sit here,
to know that it is clear

the psychopaths,
the vampire bats,
the panic attacks,
the excuses and self indulgence

because no one has made me feel
made me feel like you do
no one has made me feel so alive
not in the way you do

never be the same,
dispense with the pain,
drop the crutches
i do not feel so lame