I wish I was a conquerer
A problem solver
The strongest wings
I’m hurting
Conversations in my head
The fire started but you were dead
Like a bird afraid you fled
I still have your voice but I don’t have mine
You still keep talking but I don’t have time
Love and kindness above
A sign,a rhyme?
Wonderful again
Wonderful and slim again
I was once younger with wonder
Depression?
I had an obsession
Everest
A vision,but I fear you may be too cold
I want to listen and take a story home
Everest in white
Everest in height
I want the fight
The Press Pictures of itches,hitches,bitches
Stories of rags to riches,bigger titties being fat,being
witty
Passing by
I heard your blasting cry
I heard you needed a companion
You kept looking at the sky
I opened the front door
Looking for a love that’s pure,a cure to be wanted,not
ignored
Can you hear my cries?
Can you pick it up on
the satellite?
Ain’t getting exercise,ain’t getting no exercise
Ain’t getting special guys,ain’t getting no guys!
All the flames in the world
Couldn’t burn us out
All the water in the world
Couldn’t flood us out
A trip down memory lane
I remember my old flame
We kissed in the pouring rain
Held hands till the bus came
A trip down your street
I could feel my heartbeat
Would you take a seat on the swings
Listen to the birds sing
When I went into your room
You put on our favourite tune
Opened the curtains to the moon
Put a flower by the pillow,
All night,all noon
I went into your shed
With a blanket and soft ted
Mickey and mini mouse
Made a lego house
Friends across the road
Who knew they needed morse code
Lovers across the street
I want to watch their hearts meet
Is love something you can teach?
Or will cheaters always cheat?
Is love something that can grow?
Are you all for show?
Or are you happy head to toe?
The path and the heart
The Wizard of Oz
The wonderful Wizard of Oz
I really wanted those ruby slippers
And to meet the good witch
The bad witch melting is my
Favourite bit!
The case of getting a waist
The case of winning the race
The case of finding a place
The case of ‘that face’
BonFire Dream
A new beginning
I can see the Catherine Wheel spinning!
Making words with sparklers
And reaching down into your pocket for another treacle
toffee!
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