A Walking Advert
He drowns my voice in water and dirt
He erases my face with fire and smoke
My heart is broke
Amusement parks
Scared of Amusement parks
Scared of rides in the dark
Until your spirit pumped blood to my heart
Angry young man
Angry young man
You need a kissogram!
You need a good Sunday lunch
With veg and roast lamb!
Time apart
Time apart from the horse and cart
I was so flattered at the start
I ignored you behaving like a tart
To protect my sinking heart
Apology
It was not my intent
To bring you confusion and discontent
I just wanted to pay you a compliment
Not the wrong sentiment
Appearance
Under ultraviolet light
It completes the day
Begins the night
It may give off an orange-red fluorescence
Show's it's self
A daily appearance
When it takes it's form
Your immediately drawn
The Sun and my heart are both my centrality
Magically
Stars
A shower of stars
A drive-in cinema full of cars
They fall to earth through the clouds
Like raindrops,they decorate the crowd
Foundation
You were my foundation
I needed your support
When my heart was in despair
I imagined being in a castle
Protected by a water-filled moat
Branches
A tree has branches to bear apples
A church has branches to bear chapels
Archangel
You are honourable and pure
And uncorrupted
The ruling guardian
So high
So protecting
So beautiful
Architect
You made me a teddy bear
You made me a scarf
Your home is a skilful craft
Astrology
The positions of the Sun and the Moon
Affect the way humans work together
A platoon
They fight against every weather
Atmosphere
I wish I could arrange the stars into a heart
Instead of this wall that is keeping us apart
My love surrounds you
We are not poles-apart
Avalanche
A downhill fall of snow
There is no time to know
I would pray for a bobsleigh
To beat the flow!
Angel
There's an Angel at your door
Bringing peace,preventing war
Lighting up words
You would ignore
Taking you places
You would love to draw
Dreams
If you dig a grave for every dream
Life is dull
The sun will not stream
Honey Baby
Save me
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