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October 12, 2011

Night time come
red light’s on
walk the streets
just to eat

and she don’t know no other way
sells her body every day;
when the stars come out to play,
she kneels down but it’s not to pray

this girl’s only eighteen years
already lived through her worst fears
already dried up all her tears
when she cries nobody hears

and she don’t know no other way
sells her body every day;
when the stars come out to play,
she kneels down but it’s not to pray

At the end of every night
she falls down all caked in white
she’s already lost the fight
and nobody cares about her plight

and she don’t know no other way
sells her body every day;
when the stars come out to play,
she kneels down but it’s not to pray

Night time come
red light’s on
walk the streets
just to eat

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xiv. I Believe

March 23, 2011

I believe in a thing called Time,
I believe in a past I can’t repeat,
I believe in a future I’m
not of the power to cheat.

I believe in a thing called Life,
I believe in here and now,
I believe that we’re alive,
to change the world somehow.

I believe in a thing called I,
I believe in mind and soul,
I believe that one should try,
To maintain self control.

I believe in a thing called Love,
I believe in you and me,
I believe Love is enough,
for two to live life happily.

 

 

Inspired by The Darkness’s ‘I Believe in a Thing Called Love’.

xxiii. Haunted

February 1, 2011

Sweeping the floor,
I find a reminder;
It’s long and black.
It shatters me;
It brings me to my knees.

This morning,
It was your lipstick mark,
Still on your coffee cup;
Last night,
It was your perfume,
Still on my pillow.

Now it’s this hair,
Lay as if in ambush,
Waiting for me,
To find it there,
That stops me,
In my tracks.

I cannot live this way,
With your ghost,
Haunting my apartment.
You dominate my dreams,
And you surround me,
When I am awake.

Even when I leave,
Your chewing gum’s,
Still in my car;
Your favourite song,
Is on my radio;
The seat’s reclined,
Just the way,
You liked it.

I’m haunted by,
My happiest memories –
Memories,
Of a time,
That was so perfect.
I have no nightmares,
When I sleep and yet,
Somehow this is worse.

These happy memories,
Surrounding me,
But always,
Out of reach;
They terrorise,
Tease,
Taunt me;
They’re driving me,
Insane.

I wake up in the night,
I’m sleeping on ‘my side’,
As though,
You’re still there.
I can’t roll over,
Because the cold,
Will tell me,
What I already know,
But cannot bear to feel.

Getting ready for work,
I pick my toothbrush up,
From beside yours.
Yours is the red one –
Your favourite colour.
You’ll never use it now,
But there it sits,
Defiant;
Staking it’s claim.

Sometimes,
Out of habit,
I still cook,
Too many eggs,
In the morning.
Yours go to the dog,
But it’s still enough,
To remind me.

I wonder,
When I will be exorcised,
Of these,
My happiest memories;
Memories of a happiness,
I can no longer bear.

 

 

Inspired by the following lyric:
“Got your lipstick mark/ Still on your coffee cup”
I’m not a fan of Take That, but that one line has always stood out to me as being somehow genius.

xxii. Tell me…

February 1, 2011

Tell me you love me;
Say that you do.
Tell me you need me;
Pretend that it’s true.

If this is our last kiss,
If things are really through,
If this is our last kiss,
If I am losing you,
If this is where it ends,
If we are truly done,
If this is where it ends,
If we have had our run,

Then give me one last lie.

Tell me you love me;
Say that you’re mine.
Tell me you need me;
Pretend that we’re fine.

’cause I would believe you;
I would believe anything you say.

vi. Real Love

January 6, 2011

Working Title: “Real Love”
Updated Title: “Abuse Me”

Suggested Title: “Love?”

(Thanks, Lee.)

 

I love to be there by your side,
When times get hard and things get tough;
I love the way you turn to me,
To share the pain when things get rough.

I know you like to have me close,
Though others might not realise,
I know how much you need me here,
I see it deep down in your eyes.

Those other people do not see,
They don’t see you the way I do,
They don’t see how you look at me,
Don’t see the way your love bursts through.

Your love is printed on my skin,
My naked body tells the tale,
Of love’s triumph against the odds;
A story written down in braille.

But I won’t show a single soul,
The special diary that we keep,
The hints, the symbols of your love,
How your devotion makes me weep.

See, only we can understand,
That’s why we can’t let others in.
See, only we can understand,
The way your love can’t be kept in.

I feel your love, so strong for me,
So strong that I fear I might break;
A love so strong it shatters me,
So strong it makes my body ache.

For every door I walk into,
For every fall upon the stair,
I feel your love a little more;
I feel how much, how hard you care.

With every touch, you weaken me,
A prisoner, I can’t resist,
I couldn’t leave you if I tried,
I’d miss your love, your kiss, your fist.

 

 

Inspired by the following lyrics:
The hints, the little symbols of your devotion ~AaTJ
A kiss with a fist is better than none ~F+TM
I walked into the door again ~SV