Always I am true to you
in everything I do...
My days get longer
as I am thinking of you...
I try to not look hurt by your words,
when you talk about the both of you...
Something about nothing.
I don't know why I'm shaking, really I'm not sure...
What a suprise to look into your eyes
And see lingering love still there...
If I could feel a squirming, wriggling mass,
A bundle of limbs and soft, soft flesh...
You come from
Townsville thats were...
In her eyes no one loves her.
In her eyes no one cares...
This will be the last poem that I write,
to befall a silent and sympathetic goodnight...
I LOOKED AROUND IN PAIN AND FEAR
EVERYTHING SUDDENLY SEEMED TO DISAPPEAR...
Bring the kingdom down
walk away from it all...
Songs you whisper to make me sleep,
And then I slowly close my eyes...