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My Dear Poet Sep 2021
The fire will find you out
Some are straw and some are gold
My Dear Poet Sep 2021
It’s the end of the world, as we know it
So hurry, hold me close and we can slow it

Beneath a burning sky, lets hold the other
Forget the fights and heartaches, my lover

Meet me down that alley, where we first met
where the fire hasn’t spread there yet

Let us speak the things that remain unsaid
and sit our hearts down, inside our head

Can I call you ‘my wife’, before the end?
There may not be a morrow, but we can pretend

Let’s find a church before they’re burned to the ground
Make our vows before the sky falls down

Take my hand and run through the streets
Sing our love before the chaos proceeds

Play the tune that we’ll always remember
dance beneath a red moon, now or never

The world may think we're a little mad
yet, it’s the best of days we’ve ever had

You and I, my love, are forever
it’s not over till we’re over
My Dear Poet Aug 2021
My colourful mind
melts upon your skin
drips from your lips
slips from your hips
you’re looking like
rainbows in raindrops
tints trapped in teardrops
blobs of purple slop stain
violent splats of violet paint
on the palette of my brain
stay in the line of my mind
eyelashes for brushes
red roses and rosy rashes
fireworks and knee jerks
yellow and low blows
all these and much more
are greener than folklore
seasides and sea-saw
whys your eyes so blue for?
go ahead and kiss me
taste the colours you adore
My Dear Poet Aug 2021
I tied a noose
to have me hung
the knot got loose
I came unstrung

I got a gun
to have me shot
the barrel spun
an empty slot

I took a knife
to my wrist
such luck in life
the vein was missed
Everybody gets angry,
Everybody finds it hard.
But not everybody neglects friends, hurts family and wastes a life.
Consider life and yourself lucky and seek help.
I’m here.
My Dear Poet Aug 2021
I’m not so good at telling the truth
neither am I good at a lie
So if you asked me, “do I love you?”
don’t look into my eye
You’ll see my Iris drowning
in a black sea of deceit
I’m sorry, It’s just self defence
confessing my defeat
When it comes to love, we’re all
thieves and liars
My Dear Poet Aug 2021
If you only take and never give
you may as well be a thief
My Dear Poet Aug 2021
Oh no
It’s 1:02
we’re still in bed
and the mornings bled
into the afternoon

It’s a
lazy day
but I’m glad to stay
here in bed
with you
Just got up
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