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Setting fire to a hundred and one things of love



Its been in the cupboard long enough
Been in the shoebox shoved at the back of the shelf
Formica
Hundred and one items of love
Confetti
Hundreds and thousands
Like alphabet spaghetti I’m all mixed up
My heart still holds words of love
But your gone
So no point writing
Or holding on anymore
Time to scatter this history upon the floor
And sort it all out
Let it all...

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My Foolish Heart

 

My foolish heart!

 

Stop beating so nervously and quickly!

 

I have no more strength to bear this pain,

 

everything is quite plain.

 

My eyes have become tearless,

 

my arms have become helpless,

 

I have no more strength of will,

 

I am so tired and ill.

 

There is no more sense to forgive,

 

there is no more sense ...

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I WOULD COME BACK

 

I would come back

 

but the roads are hidden.

 

Though many times were ridden

 

they haven't left any tracks.

 

 

 

I would come as a spring dawn

 

breaking the winter's yearning,

 

greeting the beauty of the morning,

 

the first flowers on the lawn.

 

 

 

I would come as a tender rain,

 

as an April t...

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The Stone I Own




She Drilled a hole through it
A faux diamond 8 mm bit
Couldn’t afford the real thing
Passed the noose
Made a pendant
To hide an empty heart
Like a millstone
When it calls to a well,
Or water
The cloth sack to take the kittens,
Back to heaven,
It weighs me down.
I wish on it.
But the pebble just dashed the hope
And I hung on a threadbare rope
Of your return
...

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