The Birthwaite Ghost is on the prowl
See her glide hear her howl

Laboured footsteps can be heard
plodding on without a word

Drifting on just like a dream
bringing fear to the independent living team

Perhaps a resident from the past
coming home to roost at last

The Old Oak stands
in isolated splendour
In the far corner
of the garden

Skeletal in winter
beautiful in summer
must be at least
one hundred and fifty years old

you only make time for me when it's too late

My bed is a boat,
My tears a salty ocean,
Keeping me afloat.

Why did you leave?
                 Is It my fault?
You cheated on her.
                 Why did you do that?
You made me...
                   I was a consequence of a hook up...
You said that i was your little princess.
                   Why did you lie to a child?
You gave me false hope.
                    Did you really want to see me?
You found about me.
                      You finally told her you were married...
You knew I was yours.
                        Yet you lied to my brother and sisters.
You were there till my fifth birthday.
                          You never showed up...
I cried and mom protected you.
                           You were at the bar with another girl.
You had a wife.
                           Mom was a hook up, I thing to you.
You are just a player.
                           I know now...

U need a real one
I am that
I am that which will not react
To others persuading
But will be contemplating
Our universes pulsing
And expanding limbs
And open canyons
And oceans floor
Rivers cascading
Rift and pull
U need a real one
I am that
I am that which will have ur back
Ill molten steel
Ill perform the ****
Your protection
Ill be your best friend
And your lover
And your fan
Ill be in ur corner ill be in the stands
You need a real one
I am that
I am that which will be forever
Loyalty is a treasure
If u measure me.... 34 25 36
Im not just tryna make your hit list
Im not just tryna be friends in dis *****
Im not tryna be put on the sidelines
Im tryna be in the inzone
6 digits
And the extra point
Ill make
I could be yours. Im for the take
Take down, take out, taken status
Please get at this
You need a real one
I am that
I am that which you lack.

love is chemical
it's not my fault
i can't rid myself of you
your name is dopamine
your eyes serotonin
your voice oxytocin
you are chemically threaded
in my veins
flowing through
a heart you broke

s.s

Our greasy teacher had feet that were warty & root-rotted, 'cause he
refused to unteach us stupid **** that we could never be re-*taughted

She needed help so
he helped himself -
vaguely symbiotic

she screamed hallelujah
as he unlaced her
straining rows of stitches

illustrious open sores
her prayers answered
Oh god, that she'd never heal!