the version of you that i hate and want to hurt the part that is cursed the part that wants me back and reminds me of good things you once did like put the duvet on nicely or got me there on time even though it was a place i didnt want to be you waited for me. you waited for me in my mind a made up courtship make-up on bored shitless. fed up of your excuses like 'i do not want to hurt you' as an excuse to ignore the fact you hurt me. the way it tangles up an argument of tremo

a few months ago i was on your mind you told me every day i was on your mind . "i've been thinking about you...." is what U would say. But you never called. you told me i was on your mind so you would be on my mind . yesterday i was fine then we spent the night then you did not reply i wonder where U are tonight. We spent the evening on the sofa laughing you touched me and held me. You put a deposit on me like a silent scent and made it known , somehow that you would be back

a night tangled up with you with soft songs spoken passions awoken you spoke in your sleep : you said 'it is clear' you said it 3 times it was more than a whisper i was there to hear. you ran me thru your hands i fell away like sands you found all the ways to make me feel this way.... the love songs were playing but it was not you saying the words i don't know if the song spoke for you or if it was a curse to make me think of u again to make me dream of you again to tie me up

So we drank the sympathy, I placed his body in a shell. Bathed in the cool liquid, On the face you could not see, That he had gone thru hell. And on my altar, I Did leave a single candle there It burned for sixty days I watched and prayed On my knees. One day the sun rose and The people danced upon the square. We wore our white dresses And flowers left easily And juniper. We held our hands like him and her. I bore the bright branches And caught a murmur on the waves I saw th

Kissing with wolves Licking the corners Out the way Out of order Meet me here in the corridor You're not brave I'm not sure Out he stamps Gives me orders I'm so here I'm not bored yet Enter the cave Awaken the order Into the place he leads me Oh yeah A little Buddha watches from his golden seat A triangle of love keeps the beat... Kissing with wolves In the doorway Try like this Do it your way Out with time Give me sideways Your heart my fire always. CHORUS A little baby wat

VERSE 1 .....Rosie was a girl But she didn't know , The right way or the wrong way to go So she was there at the back of the room thinking , is it too late or , is it too soon? Down under the layers, There was no way , So -she had to sleep with Her eyes open And she was there at the back of the room , Holding her hands open to you VERSE 2 .....It takes time baby Don't you rush hush I'll be a boy for you So you can break thru Hold your hand so you can go there I won't tell an

I invoke the sky trigger , wriggle on a high rigger Glitter , graf , grime , giggle , little café crime signal: I wake up to hear the sound of the sky, Clouds purring round my head , a blue light. Awaken to see the sight of the day Twisting its curls in a world held at bay. How many trolls in the misty mines muttering? See the drip !drip! of the candlewax guttering. Rats and mice, live , in the spice rack rattling, Sister clicks click in a rapid , racking smattering. Catc

Me and Dave, yeah we walked thru the maze, by the caverns and curls and the caves I was amazed - set astray, we wandered thru the night and the day, set alight as we waved at the gulls on their way, CHORUS ----yes we did pass go , we did collect two hundred pounds we did walk , we did run , set our weapons on the ground.----- Yeah me and Pete ,set our feet on the street , wove a walk as we talked , left and right all the night. the people they are speaking ,holding hands

The brain rejects, the camera intersects- we unfold ,unfurl, forget future files of twisted text. next page i purify my pineal gland- hand in hand we walk the winter lands of stolen sands. what lives washed away, by the mind of a maze- as days turn to scars born, on skin torn from a bedroom wall. walk a while, pass a pile of long lost , double crossed diaries, dust brushed an acre aches pass by me; in ancient land cerebral lakes washed out to see. Make the most of memory, bef

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