Shallow words you spoke to me
When you said I love you
Empty promises you gave
When will you ever be true?

I always thought my life would be
So perfect by your side
But this life isn't what I want
So I'm leaving you tonight.

"eat the sunrise" he said in early mornings
when the sky looks like eggshells until i close my eyes
kiss my blue lips, play music for me, read me fairy tales
don't ever tell me, how you feel; in cold october nights
after making love, i'll just walk away with thirsty eyes and
pastel palms. after walking 2 kilometers, i wont even be able
to remember the proportions of you face or even your name
i'm born without a heart, but at least i can see the world further
than the horizon - at least i can drink seven strawberry daiquiris
without feeling anything

He has the heart of a tattered harlequin
Patched and re-patched with rags of broken times that were once good.
The cloth of its chambers is worn and threadbare
Held by the shreds of borrowed nights and comical stolen mornings.

He has the heart of a battered harlequin
And regret has turned his blood to the colour of rust
Unanswered questions congeal and clog his pulse
When he is lonely and aching, time - not isolation- is his worst enemy

He has the heart of a knackered harlequin
Kept moist by whiskey and gin, and uppers and downers that he pops like candy
He has a patchwork sack of a heart
It can never be filled and often feels empty.