Under a blood red sky
A metaphor
A cliché
I cannot resist
Blood red it is
And so too
This life journey
Heart broken
Love rent
By the loss of one
Tag: heartbreak
Grunge
On every beauty find redress
The film of some small discontent
Such that those who can’t possess
May pose desire circumvent
The film of some small discontent
Such that those who can’t possess
May pose desire circumvent
But I this beauty’s grunge perceive
Projection of my ego’s fear
So let such love that cannot be
Reveal my weakness to be clear
Cloudy, Cloudy Day
Cloudy, cloudy day
Paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a winter’s day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Horizon’s changing hue
Power in the waves come due
Dashing on the shore that’s you
In aqua on the broken rocky land
Paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a winter’s day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Horizon’s changing hue
Power in the waves come due
Dashing on the shore that’s you
In aqua on the broken rocky land
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your father’s deeds
And why you’d need to set me free
I would not listen, I did not know how
Perhaps I’ll listen now
Keyless Entry
Some doors are open
Some are closed
Some doors should never be opened
Some should never be closed
Some are closed
Some doors should never be opened
Some should never be closed
Some doors are plain
Some are ornate
Some doors are simple
Some technically replete
Some doors are an invitation
Some are a barricade
Some doors are a celebration
Some are made to be despised
Some doors lead to adventure
Some lead to retreat
Some doors reveal a treasure
Some are thought to hide a treat
Some doors are made of steel
Some only of the mind
Some doors are eternal
Some have so little time
One door enclosed your heart
The door that stands before me
A door I’d love to open
This door without a key
Empty Bench
Last of the colour clings
Pool of yellow below
The bench, empty
Pool of yellow below
The bench, empty
Walking past
Eyes turned away
She would never sit there again
Not without him
No calm in her eye
She was like a hurricane
Though no calm in her eye
Though no calm in her eye
Instead, a depth
Intensity
Tragedy
A wake of human debris
In her path
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