I will not wipe away my tears they can dry on my face because no one hears me like you did because no one knows me like you did because no one loves me like you did I am carrying…
If I worked occasionally in a biscuit factory and shamed the biscuits for being soft and tasteless because in my opinion they are soft and tasteless should I be vilified ignored sidelined dismissed educated maybe to ensure that in future…
I have to sing somehow somehow songs will be sung all the way through to the end without tears then I will sing another and another and another until I have a set your set of songs eventually I will…
how many years have I loved you how many months of you and me how many weeks have we shared how many days have we been here how many hours passed us by how many seconds without goodbye 35 years …
words invade unwanted wanted they torment conflict collect together forming lines that demand to be written
controversial lines political lines self-indulgent lines angry lines lines that betray belief passion spewed across white paper meanings misconstrued misinterpreted
Time measured in emotion, hangs around, a guest outstaying their welcome. The hands of time shove you against the wall, trapping you there, then, casually, finds something else to do. Suspended, unable to move on, you look at time, you…
It's vast, this space you have left. I knew I would miss you, of course I would, but what should I do now with this space? Yes, there is a sort of freedom, your parting gift, what you wanted us…
it feels close now have we held you back stopped you leaving made you hang on just a little longer am I ready no I am not never thought I would miss them my parting words the same every time…