I don’t know what
love
is
When I can’t even bring
myself
To love someone
else
who loves
Me

As self-centered as it is
I can't help but stray
away
And hold myself back from that

Heartbreak

And


Grief

It’s killing
Me

And
I want nothing more
than to be
close to someone
That will hold me
close
like in all those
sappy portrayals
Of love,

But it doesn’t
come

I lay around


And wait for something
New.

i saw a kestrel bird he went to church each day
ive never seen a kestrel that behaved this way
carrying his bible underneath his wing
to see him doing that  was such a funny thing

walking down the isle to sit there in his pew
lots of people there.  there were quite a few
when the sermon finished the kestrel flew away
the i realised he was a bird of prey

Westerly...
An apple of the eye
Quiet, opportunity to carry
Yet, for a secret lover, with why...

Why is a chicken going to ****?
Because, why, is all a chicken has for pie...
Include a vanity, with adoration to start
A short interlude, with chicken pride

Sit, with a *******
Does a prayer, include the smile?
When roosters due, done is a sucker
For the best you have to offer, denial

Hope you see the day, dream...
Singing the blues, is all youth...
Staring at the ceiling, is a dressing whim...
Somewhere over the rainbow, patience is couth...

Pity from hell
And the arm's of frugality
Found to wish, to even tell...
The ides of patience, with a sigh's measure, quality?

Strictly come dancing
We came together
My dancing partner
Was a talented *****.
We danced the tango,
then the foxtrot
Then she gave a cough
And one of her legs
fell off.
The whole experience
Did not go to plan
We had to withdraw
From the next dance,
The French can can.