If I was inside out you’d see a heart that’s full pumping love through a roadmap of veins
You’d see a mind of thoughts scattered across mountains
You’d smile at eyes that look in and a soul that shines out
In the guts there’s nerves, excitement, butterflies
They say on the inside there’s true beauty,
On the outside
There’s just me!

What do we do without words?
What's an explanation with letters?
Add an exclamation will that do?
What can I say to you?

What do we do without words?
How do I paraphrase my heart?
A new paragraph I'll start again.
Will you understand me then?

What do we do without words?
Does my grammar really matter?
Can you hear that full stop I chose?
A b c I'll conduct my prose.

What do we do without words?
What's a mumbled jumbled phrase?
What do we do when words aren't enough?
I'll close my mouth and show you love!

Can I see you're ID? That's what you'll ask me.
And my chubby cheeks will match the faded grey ones you see.
You'll know my address or at least the address im pretending to be.
You don't care about my favourite colour or how I like my tea.
You don't even care if that's not me.
As long as I look as I appear on the tin
I'll get in.
You'll parade me through knowing that you've seen my Card.
IS THAT ME?
I match the card I hold in my hand and that's all that stands.
Nobody cares that I liked steps or that it took me three days to choose this dress.
My hair looks the same and you'll check my name.
I'll play your game.

It's battered.
Worn around the edges,
Off colour.
It doesn't seem to work.
The buttons stick in.
It's darker,
It's lived in a lifeless place.
It's faded,
A fade that goes from the inside out.
It's wobbly,
All loose on the outside but hollow in.
It's picked up thrown down,
Torn up and rubbed out.
It's worse than bad and older than its age.
life put me down.
It's broken she said.

In her future she will gaze at you across a feast of pleasant remarks and thirsty laughter and you will not know her.
You will not know her in the past when that very act drowned her at her dining room table amongst guests whose stares cursed her soul. Watching every bitter sweet taste.
What will she waste?
Presently she is tasting the idea of you, sweet. Palatable. She is swallowing her life one mouthful at a time patiently waiting for your heart
to be served.

I like you, not least because your words inspire me and encourage me.
But because your strength empowers me and I feel it as you have felt it.
In a not quite right "way" in a scribbled out ripped up way that only two sides of the same coin will ever really understand.
I like you because there's so much of you that reflects in my mirror of secret tales and windy whispers. I wouldn't tell them either.
Those bunch of perfect flowers that blossom so perfectly despite the rain. I am that same seed that never quite stems roots that always wilts.
I like you because you know that normal is an ideal.
Normal is not real.

He was the doctor who saved your life,
He was the waiter who made your night,
He was the friend you always had,
He was the worlds greatest dad,
He was the man you'll never know,
He is a boy who'll never grow.
Can't you see what we've done wrong?
We left him out there all alone.
We are the reason the seas are red.
It's our fault the beach boy's dead.
He was the toughest lesson of all,
While power rises more will fall.
Stop and think what's this for?
No more bodies on the shore!