My heart is made of glass and you hold it in your hand, so delicate and fragile, I hope you understand, that it’s in you power to damage me, a hurt I won’t survive, for you are just my everything with you I never hide, my soul is open totally, my love for you complete, so babe you are the world to me you make my life complete ❤️❤️
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Forever Lost
She Looks at Him
She looks at him and wonders the beauty of his mind
He looks at her and contemplates taking her from behind
She looks at him and wonders all about his past
He looks at her and contemplates taking her up the arse
They talk a bit she’s thinking of the story’s he will tell,
He smiles at her and thinks this talking is just hell,
She dreams about the family she wants to have so many,
He worries that he’s boring her and won’t be getting any
She’s thinks that he’s so romantic, holding her so tight
He’s thinking that with luck he’s doing her tonight,
As time goes by the compromise, and each give in a bit
And suddenly they realise the relationship is it
As years go by and children come, the pressure grow to much
They start to question everything never more to touch,
And then one day a question starts them thinking there is hope
She’s tells him of her fantasy and he hangs on every note
The penny drops he’s realised what a wonder he has found
And life apart they both know now is not the direction they are bound
She looks at him and knows the thoughts with in his head are shared
He looks at her and understands with her he’s always paired
The cruellest thing
He’s sitting in his usual chair, staring into space, once a strong man now a shell, grey skin, pale lips, dead eyes that are empty just now, lips she had kissed, but not his now, a shell of the man she loved, duty keeps her here, spittle starts to run from those lips, she raises a tissue to wipe it away.
Fear
I’m in the shadows waiting
Separation Glue
She Hides
In darkness, she hides tonight, scurries away from the shining light. Hidden in secret and afraid of the dark, afraid of his purpose and all of his hurt, happy times gone, she fears for her kids, and there is no escape form all of these years, if she only new, what others pray, and packed up her children and just run away
Night Sounds
When does night end and morning start I wonder as the clock slowly Inevitably progresses toward the realisation of another sleepless night, sounds only heard at night fill my ears, distant traffic, a motorbike screaming, the church bell striking the hour, and the clatter of the train wheels, her snoring, she stretches , an itch, as time moves and the darkness retreats and birds start to sing, dawn, lifts the mantel of the night
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