Monday, 29 August 2016

She's a wash-up...

A has-been,
A burn out,
So why do you love her?

She's a tragedy,
A drama-queen,
A Princess,
So why do you love her?

She's a fallen angel,
A lost cause,
A die hard,
So why do you love her?

She's a gypsy,
A restless dreamer,
A free spirit,
So why do you love her?

She's a serial dater,
Who keeps her options open,
A celibate,
So why do you lover her?

Maybe it's because,
You sense what's behind,
Her serious reserve,
Her silent solitude.

But still,
You deserve so much more,
Than anything she can ever give you.


There's a memory tucked inside of me

Inside of me so deep, Burnt into my retina, When awake & when asleep. It's like a bad smell, That just won't go, It rattle...