An old deflated football
where the lonely magpie sits,
singing melodies of memories,
of a trampoline and a stolen kiss.

When I couldn't tell the difference
from your smiling eyes of green,
if underneath you were reptile,
or just plain naive.

But with my pocket full of dust caps
it doesn't matter much at all,
run away, take chase,
shoelace slapping against the wall.

And if our little fingers are strong enough
to make a promise that will last,
i'll keep this magpie singing,
until our cigarettes have turned to ash.

The garden overflown
with rolled up cigarette buts,
Where the roots of our ruts
grow beneath the sut.

Suffocated;
Like statements never stated
That daisy chain bracelet;
You won’t find it here

“Enough we’ve waited”
you say losing patience
When the words “I love you”
Are hard to hear

You say,
you believe
that there
is no meaning
in life.

If that's true,
why do you
say the words
like they
are right?