What is it I have to say
To make you understand
So you can see
That it's not fucking fair
To blame the end of your life on me

I told you
Go and see the world
Go and find yourself
But that wasn't fair on us
And that wasn't fair on you

I don't know who I am
But do you know any better
Is it true what they say?
If you love someone
You should set them free
I told you to live
Please just don't blame this on me

But now it's too late
Your chance is gone forever
Don't try and use me
Just because I came along
When did my life ever come to mean
The ending of yours

I told you
Go and see the world
Go and find yourself
But that wasn't fair on us
And it wasn't fair on you either

I would have followed you
I could have found peace
Like nothing you ever gave me
Your holding back
Just hurt us all
You can't decide to blame us
Just after the fall

It's not fucking fair at all♠ ♠ ♠I really do like this one a lot, most parts are done quite well I feel. Although some rearranging could be in order.

19/04/2012

Much too late
for thoughts
of what her father
might say

Fay went with you
to the Globe cinema
in Camberwell Green
a right fleapit of a place

but the film
you wanted to see
was on there
Daniel Boone

all about the Old West
and after it was over
and you came out
into the bright sunlight

your eyes felt
over whelmed
after the darkness
of the cinema

what did you think?
you asked
Fay said
yes it was good

not the sort of film
Daddy would have let me see
well he won't know
you've seen it

will he
you said
unless he asks me
then I'll have to

tell him the truth
she said
why would he ask?
you looked at her

standing there
with her fair hair
and lovely blue eyes
he might ask me

what I have done today
she said
her eyes beginning
to show signs of fear

maybe he won't
you said
just tell him
you've been studying

American history
she looked at her hands
he doesn't like America
or Americans

she said
well you don't have to
like something to study it
I have to do it all week

at school
you said
maybe he won't ask
she said softly

looking at you
fiddling with her fingers
distract him
tell him something else

talk about a butterfly
you saw on the bombsite
she looked at you
and smiled

you don't know him
he'll ask me
what sort of butterfly
and I won't know

and he'll know
I've been lying
and that will mean
being punished

she looked up the street
toward the bus stop
we had better be getting back
she said

he'll be home soon
ok
you said
and took her hand

and walked toward
the bus stop and waited
for the bus
if I told my mother

the truth all the time
she'd have a nervous breakdown
it's more kinder
to keep her happy

in innocent bliss
of what I get up to
Fay looked haunted
and was silent

she still held your hand
a fading bruise just visible
on her upper arm
where her dresses sleeve

moved
how about some ice-cream
when we get back
I've got a Shilling

given to me
by my old man yesterday?
she hesitated
ok I’d like that

she said
and when the bus
came along
you both got on

and sat next
to each other
downstairs near
the conductor

watching the scenes
of passing people
and traffic go by
but a special place

in your mind and heart
of Fay
next to you
quiet and shy.

Temptation came and grabbed me,
Cherry dress,
Of deep red mess,
Spiked coronet around her head,

Madam love hugs held me,
So fake in his disguise,
Played with powerful poetess from dreams,
And once again she screams,

Leave in ignorance,
Total ignorance,
I bleed indeed!
In an honesty of long past lies,

Voraciously he held me,
All to sate his need,
He doesn't want to know me,
And he hates all poetry,

Where I write,
I find true friends,
May not know most really,
Probably never will,

What we see is what we get,
In game, set and match,
Where from my brain and pen alike,
More poetry I hatch!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

When we first met I was
enchanted
by your curly black hair
and your beautiful blue
eyes. You were wearing
a shade of mint green
and you were a little shy,
your voice was soft and
sweet and you said you
had a boyfriend.

I didn't care;

The only thing I needed
to know about you was
how you drink your coffee,

and if you would like to
have some together
some time.

Underneath pale spring skies
to everyone's surprise
'The Wanderers' returned telling tales of omnipotence
and the relevance of a divinity
I heard nothing
I was deafened by the noise from the laughter of the girls and boys so filled with glee
that 'The Wanderers' had seen fit to see
to find their way and come home to be
with them and you and me.
I don't know where they went or how they spent those,
lonely days when I would gaze with fear set solid in my heart
and wonder how it is that being apart
is so painful.
Fearful now
I keep my eye on those that take it in their mind to fly away.
But what is day without the night
and night without the dawn?
Storms may come and go but this is what I know
'The Wanderers'
will always be the hope and the guardians set by the gate
of those who wait
for liberty.

Somewhere within the levels of the conscious
between the bowels of the deep and
the deepness of my thought
I am caught
in the secrets that I keep
in the darkness of my sleep where
I cry in waterfalls of tears and joy
the unhappiness of fears
employ and use me
in perpetuity,
or so it seems.

These dreams see fit to haunt me
and sleeping draughts have no effect.
This dissatisfaction that I feel
peels away and when the day has come
I wonder
wonder why the sun still lights the sky
and wonder why it does not light my heart.
Do I need to look upon the charted stars up there
to understand myself and know just where and when
I go to then
will that make me a better man
if I learn to understand the master plan
and is there such a map.

Mother says,
'I need a slap to wake me up' but I think that's a fallacy
dreamers like me need no such thing.

Each morning I bring a bucket to the well with wishes in my head
and these are fed up through the day
into my conscious thought
and once again I find I'm caught
my thoughts should pay attention to what is going on
before I even know it
the fleeting hours have run away
and gone.

The night would say,
'it serves you right you've got what you deserve,
I reserve the right to kick against the night
and rest my case.

You say you care for them truly
Yet you do things which make them unhappy
You tell them you treasure the relationship that you share
Yet you cause them hard feelings they can't bear
You assure them that they can always count on you when life gets rough
Yet when you fail to be a shoulder, you leave them no choice but to get tough

Words without actions are dead, they said
Just thoughts and feelings that are thrown out of your head
But what you think and feel only matter to you
Not to me, not to them, not to anyone's point of view
It's what you do to the people you say you love that matters
That's the only thing that matters

Yesterday, you were once a child
Who was innocent and mild
Your genuine smile was a sign of  happiness
And every act you did had a touch of gentleness

Your room had everything you were after
And the outside world didn't ever matter
You knew completely where you belong
And it seemed like nothing could go wrong

Today, you have to accept that you have grown up
Must know when to speak and when to shut up
Smile if you should, whether you mean it or not
And when life knocks you out, just take another shot

Realize that your room was just a tiny box
It was never the reality full of cottons and rocks
Lucky if you find your place in this world so strange
And if not, it will always be you who will have to change

Tomorrow, it may not be of value who you were yesterday
Should have to make a stand, no matter what others will say
But there will always be an exception to every rule
Wisely choose your beliefs so as to avoid creating a fool

However, if a circumstance dictates that fooling yourself is a must
Then cope with it and gain yourself a trust
Besides, change being inevitable means everything can vanish
But still, leave a mark at least, which your ascendants will cherish