Promise me, my flesh you'll place
'neath a fledgling willow tree.
And as it grows toward blue sky,
It's in its grace you'll hear me cry.
Laden with the heaviest fears,
resembling, reflecting
my darkest years.

A fragile bone was once my arm,
so likened to the willows charm.
It's branches delicate,
could ne'er do harm.
It's soft and fluffy hand like bud,
encased in skin, the willow's wood.

Hold its hand at branches end.
My message, a vibration,
to you I'll send.
Until the death of said willow tree,
reminding you . . . . .
. . . . . . always of me.

Poetry by Kaydee.

You turned so cold,
I thought you'd died.

Though your footprints
I could not find.

I followed to where
I thought you, I'd find.

But my mistake,
for with your love
I had gone blind.

And now I'll never know
If it was I . . . . . .

. . . . . you were ever meant to find.

Poetry by Kaydee.

Are you ready?
Are you sure?

Then lean right in
and make him yours.

You're not ready?
You're not sure?

then tenderise your gentle touch
just a little bit more.

and perfect your kiss
that makes you his.

Until he wants you
no more.

Poetry by Kaydee.

If I can't be your Daughter,
then I won't be your son.
Forget the shame and
just move on.
The next time you won't see me
I'll be wearing a skirt
and not doing just to please you
would just hurt.

By letting you go there's
nothing I lose,
I care not what you think,
nor of your views.
You should've known anyway,
"A Mother knows" or so they say.
You've run out of time,
I won't wait anymore.
So go and tell that to
the other four.

In fact they too are to leave me alone,
don't knock on my door
and don't try to phone.
You've ignored me too long and
in that time I've grown.
In fact, you've taught me
how to live alone.
The Woman I am has no
fear anymore.
Now walk straight through it,
I'm showing you the door.

Poetry by Kaydee.

Inside the Catholic Church
the shepherd does lurch.
With a flock of sheep
for him to keep,
Using their belief,
he'll use them all for his relief
and he knows they won't tell,
for he'll send them to Hell.
To see the bad guy
who punishes the bad.
Yeah I know, and people believe this.
How sad!

It just makes me wonder
how much wealth they will plunder.
Defending the beasts,
sorry I do mean priests.
and if church walls could speak,
how much blackmail they'd seek
to keep the shepherd,
from the mild and the meek.

Poetry by Kaydee.

My Immortal,
what you upto today?
It's just that, well we haven't met yet have we, eh?
I'm sat alone drinking and I know,
yeah I know what you're thinking
but I'm just a fraction and
I want to be whole.
So your interaction,
well yeah that's my goal
and with you as my tower,
my guard I can lower.
Behind you in the sun and
underneath you in the rain.
Consuming your love,
erasing my pain.

Can anybody hear me,
is anyone there
or am I alone as I lay my soul bare.
I know it's a big ask,
for something so rare.

Poetry by Kaydee.

Go on,
break me, shake me,
like I've never known.


What?
Go on.
What's up?


You've picked me up
and I'm already broken?


Oh sorry, have you got your receipt?

Poetry by Kaydee.