It’s fast approachingThe countdown is ending.Unwanted, beguilingShe’s far from unnoticing True.They didn’t seem to know she’d care.But they didn’t seem to care she’d know.Rationality then got lost somewhereAnd, dramatically, her heart took the blow Does anything make it fair…?She wishes they’d careHow could they think of going, without her, there? When’d she lost control? She was […]
It’s early in the morningAmidst the puffy eyes and empty seats,Him and his many full plastic bagsAre in the adjacent seat. The sound of ripping plastic.From a tiny plastic pouch, he produces a clothHe wipes his razor cleanAnd tucks away the cloth into his hat, revealing his bald head Why there, I wondered? But what
Wait for me. My very bones acheThe soreness I’ve tried to shakeHas been keeping me awake I want to run until this is all just a dotA speck so small, I can say I forgotThat you were waiting for me; you don’t get that a lot My brain has become a spiralling slide that demandsTo
It’s 2AM. You know the nameThe number, it’s fameYou need this now, there’s nothing to tame Panic and thrill, you enter your plightPausing, you hover over the lightWho’d have thought it’d take this much might? Because it’s so simple, right…? Your fingers fly through the boxes on queA bout of relief now coursing through.You’re about