Strangers are walking All over the space That I so lovingly built Inch by loving inch Minutes, hours and days of dreams And soap water and scrubbing And cleaning, folding and smoothing And filling with love and colour I’m standing on the outside, Clutching a bittersweet memory While inside, the…
Love has left the building. What’s more, it left without paying the rent. Don’t bother chasing though, I know where it went. Off to confuse another life And mess up someone else’s score And to shake up things for Anyone who dares think that life is such a bore. And…
Big dreams crumble to dust And mix with the debris of everyday And tomorrow or next week No one will even remember or know A life was built here And tiny victories won Till a final storm Blew it all to dust Before long though, These shattered, scattered remains Will…
They call this emotion blind. So if love were a painting, I’d be a blind artist. And it’s food for the soul So if love were a banquet, I’d be a glutton. If love were a bottle of vinegar, I’d be pickled in it. But what would my love be…
You’re nothing I’m nothing We could have been everything but we weren’t And maybe we never would have been. What’s left?
And here’s a poem from the archives, titled ‘Moonlight Walk‘ Meet me on the other side of the moon And walk in shadows with me It won’t be all dark You put a gleam in my eyes That will lead the way for a stroll into madness I’ll take you…
