need my sleep
need my friends
weary eyes
and a feeling of, it never ends…
Tag: poetry
Don’t Get Sad – Written Monday 1st January 2001 (Aged 25)
don’t get sad
you can cry on my shoulder
i will hold you when it is sad
when the light intrudes
and we need beautiful interludes
The Ladle – Written Monday 1st January 2001 (Aged 25)
sleep in a cradle
eat well,
serve it up with a ladle
move in spring,
see what they bring
Do You Know? – Written Monday 1st January 2001 (Aged 25)
do you know,
i still cry
you may think i am a cynic
but i am looking out
i still want the change
My Name – Written Monday 1st January 2001 (Aged 25)
you do not know my name
you do not know me at all
you cannot fly
you can live
because we all learn to die
Three Card Trick – Written December 2000 (Aged 25)
i am in fear of those who settled down
those who completed the three card trick
education, job and relationship
they were wear smiles,
which defy the size of their faces
We Could Move (Originally Untitled) – Writtend December 2000 (Aged 25)
we could move
to be by a waterfall
but i have been falling for years
if only you knew the deep inside
Junctions (Originally Untitled) – Written December 2000 (Aged 25)
i think of opportunities
i think of junctions
i think of situations,
Rejection – Written December 2000 (Aged 25)
your rejection,
was worse than hers
hers left me cold
but i know of her past
and it is hard for her to hold
It Could Have Been Me – Written December 2000 (Aged 25)
it could have been me
i could have been average
i could have done what he is doing
buy each other romantic things
give her a nice new ring
