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Jay 1988 Sep 2017
Remember how you held my hand tight
On the very first day of school
They told you not to sit with me
Together we broke all the rules
I could feel your eyes upon me
Like you'd stare at me for hours
I'd pretend i didn't notice
draw you lovehearts laced with flowers
And when the bell went
you dashed across to me
This thig between us
this school could never teach us
Plan our wedding, name out children put the world to rights for hours
Walk home through back fields, bend right down and pick you flowers

I pulled the hair back, that covered your blue eyes
Smelt your breath upon me as you leaned in and sighed


What about when they told us you were to go away
Don't worry they told us, she'll be home on saturdays
Catholic school across the city
You beg my parents "can he please come with me"
Without you seconds seem like hours
In your room a library of pressed flowers
When the bell went every friday
You stare from the window
i'm waiting at the gate
In my hand a single flower, a bright red rose just for you
Place a kiss upon your cheek
Walk you home from school

Then the priest saw us, marching hand in hand
Kisses and red rosed, those unholy things are banned
But together we still planned our wedding day
Storm clouds fist, then came the rain
Age caught us up way too soon
Before we knew, again you were on the move
Here and there, everywhere
Straight from school, a different city, university .... and then there was me
Am i such a fool ?

I found myself a job selling flowers on a stall
Tuesdsy evenings put by just to take your call
Laughter in the background distance
"Will you still marry me?" I whisper
"I met this guy and then i kissed him"
Those were the final words you said
Now i sell flowers to young lovers who pass by
Now i sell flowers from a husband to give to his wife
I sit at my stall forever
Your forever on my mind
Open up the local paper, a photo of a brand new man and wife
Recognise your face, bowed my head and cried
Pulled some roses from the bucket
Made the most beautiful boquet and i took it
Laid it at your doorstep
Left a note with it that said

You gave your heart to me, i never gave it back
You've nothing to give this man, that is just a fact
Your passion is my comfort that just keeps me going
If you need me, i sit around for hours
Selling lovers pretty flowers
Still calve our initials inside the wood during all of my spare hours
Draw you love hearts every day wrapped in kisses and pretty flowers
Jay 1988 Sep 2017
Would you like to dance, Louise
The air's warm outside leaves blow down the street
Cars rushing by, vanish into the night
Everybody so busy getting on with their life
Through the steam of the kettle i see across the street
A husband holds his wife
Then there was us ....
I put pen to paper, guitar in my hand ******* up lyrics all over the floor
And you stood silhouetted, framed in the door
Would you like to dance ?

It may sound stupid i thought, but i'd ask you anyway
Put down my guitar, pull you a little closer and together in the empty room we sway
Would you like to dance ?

Now i feel foolish but i loved you from a distance i was granted 1 wish
Blew out birthday candles and now i hold you like this
Together we sway, in this room where no music plays
Sing me a song please, those were the words you said
Rest my chin on your shoulder, get closer to your ear and began to serenade
The music was made

Candle light flickers, curtains are shut but the window was open
Your hair blows in the breeze i can tell your heart has been broken
By the way you hold my hand
You pull back a little, don't think that i'll hurt you because you know i'm not like them
I see tears in your eyes that are yet to be born, my arms are your shelter from the future storms
Would you like to dance ?

It's been a long time coming
Now my guitar joins me, together hear our beat
You just sit on the edge of the bed watching me
And i sing to you ...
"The most beautiful thing about being alive, is you don't know you don't like something until you've tried it" ....

So would you like to dance Louise ?
Jay 1988 Sep 2017
The summer of nineteen-sixty three
Cherry blossom in the tree's, just you and me
Birdsong, leave's blowing, your naked feet
Your eyes close, you sigh as my fingers caress your cheek
Your violin sleeps in her case right beside of me
And my guitar abandoned, you took my hand and guided me
Pushed back that hair that obscured your face
I unhooked the straps of your blue vest from your shoulders
And gently slide it right down onto your waist
The sun from the clouds came and covered you, your skin so golden in the early morning summer dew

Tilt your head back just a little
I've never kissed you there
Your eyes looked deep inside of me and ask me why i'm so scared
Beauty never tasted so sweet
We became one as i kissed your toes, rainwater fell from your feet
Rainbows and rainclouds watch over us, the wind rolled across your naked form
My hands fell onto you, held your waist tight, kissed you in places only known inside my wildest dreams each night
I pulled you closer to me, whispered something in your ear, but you were already asleep
Watch you rest in my arms, why have you chosen me ? Kissed you once more as i tried to find peace

So if i wake in the morning and you are no longer here i pray that you know what this day meant to me and that i'll never see life the same

So if you wake in the morning and i'm no longer here i pray that you know what this day meant to me, and that i'll never see beauty quite like yours again

Darkest thoughts inside my head, why would she stay with you they said
Threw my guitar over my left shoulder and left you sitting
Surrounded by the grass in the wheatfields and the spaces we made love in

And the pain of kissing your forehead and leaving
Was nothing compared to you one day leaving me grieving
I saw the hurt and pain deep inside your eyes
Kept on walking, in the distance your violin cried

It's been a few years now, i often wonder where you are
Me, i just sit playing my strings to passers by in bars
Every time a pretty woman comes walking through the door
Your besuty a marker to judge them by, my head lifts from the floor

Neck a whisky, swallow a gin, in my dreams i still feel your touch and hear your violin
Love songs i wrote about us
Play them to crowds who flock in the pubs
Men and women claim our songs their own, kiss each other
I watch on and just keep going
If i'd known the world back then as i know it now
I might have more faith in myself and in you i'd have no doubts
One night with you was never enough to let this old soul sleep
Maybe you'd have loved me some way
Maybe your love i could keep
But here i am, i walked away and now live in clubs and bars
Your beauty forever scarred inside my heart but by my side just my old guitar
Jay 1988 Sep 2017
As i walk through the city night
And think about all that's been left behind
You could forgive me for wondering why
Anything that happens, happens in this life
Mother made me promise not to think too hard
About what everything means and how to read the signs
That make me think too long anout what they mean to me
So that all the time i think, my eyes don't see
Everything beneath me that's at my feet
And all of the pain, in the people who walk along side of me

Walk with me through these condemmed streets, ribbons lace your golden hair
I look across from the old schoolgrounds, there's ribbons everywhere
I don't know what those ribbons mean, to mourn a loss or to hope for some freedom
Ribbons, ribbons, just ribbons everywhere i look
Ribbons, ribbons, just ribbons all around us
So let me take out those blue ribbons, that flow freely through your hair tonight
Tie them around a gate post and let mourners flock by candle light
You will still look as beautiful as the ribbon that once held hair from your face
And provide something we could never understand to the pople who flock to this place

Missing people posters
A face thats since been left behind
People knock door to door
Fromt pages of newspapers
Desperation of an unknown kind

If you walk past door at night, yellow ribbons are hope for those who have no hope
People scream lost names at night, their face veiled by candle light smoke

Walk with me through this strange world
There's sorrow everywhere
If it makes you feel better, tie those ribbons through your hair
Sometimes they are all that we have
To show we still think about those.we once had

When it's all over, when it's all said and done
They fly with the wind, like an unguided dove
Clings to branches and settles there
Let someone wonder what it's doing there
They can find in it their own meaning and let it bring what comfort to them they need this time

Walk with me through these condemmed streets, where ribbons lace your hair
I look to the sky each night, ribbons everywhere
Jay 1988 Sep 2017
Septembers rain casts her shadow above the emerald painted Vardo
The sky hovers low on this day, and despite all her might the sun could not penetrate her clouded prison
Normal participants in this game of life would shelter in such circumstance
But the rain, she is the canopy of our life
As embraced by us as the stars which give us passage
Our children dance to her rythm as the limp fire desperately fights to provide warmth through the storm
We are Gypsy

Mary emerges into the darkness, from deep within the shelter the hands of her grandfather crafted
Her hair, coal black flowed more wild than any river
Her soul as free as a new born child
And her eyes, that colour is yet to be named
But to feel the touch of her cappuccino skin, that was the desire of all who's eyes bore witness to her beauty
Her heart a timepiece, each beat measured the seconds by which the world aged
For when her heart falters, i know my world shall cease
We are Gypsy

Our bodies are cleansed by the streams and rivers where the minnow dance
Our bodies dried by the air that surrounds us, and the sun when she finds us
We are as rooted to this earth as the ancient redwood
But, we are different
The only taste for our tongue is the creatures who once roamed this place by our side, and the produce provided by earth herself
Thirsts are quenched by the coulds and ancient springs

Our women hold a beauty unbeknown to mankind, and once the youth has wilted from their eyes
Then all of the beauty they hold is in the knowledge of the earth, and all of her worldly enchantments

After all, We are Gypsy
Jay 1988 Sep 2017
Think you're alone, you look around at people doing
Those simple things they say will keep this whole world turning
And no one notices, the pain that they can't see
You heart is broken, you have a voice but cannot use it
The fires rage, but even the coolest waters cannot sooth it
And did i ever guess, the final page of you would end like this ?
I often wonder had i seen you what would you have said
And to me that final chapter would you give

They say the best, are taken way before their time comes
Shadows inside, that hold their tortured soul to ransom
Infectious laughs, and the smell of that aftershave you wear
In secret places, on holidays by the sea, just you, me and the tortured shadows that you keep
In a safe place, so you don't have to put them all on me

Now 2 days passed, i'm sure i still hear that laugh
But memories fade, and time these days just moves so fast
I lay awake and wonder if you were ever even real
Once again, an advert on the tv station
War and peace, money please to save a nation
But save the haunted, its something that you never really see
All the time those shadows they just keep on laughing
And your body wonders what it would like to be free

I'll never think that was the answer
But i hope now you have peace
Jay 1988 Aug 2017
Smoke filled trailer in the middle of a field
Bellows out the windows drifts down the streets
Wraps its grey form around my grandmothers palms
I pass straight through it, and sink into her arms 
Like there was nothing here but four walls of smoke
My tiny lungs they start to choke
Grandma pulled me close to her chest, ?Kissed my tiny head and said I love you the best 
But my eyes had closed I didn’t ever hear those words?Now I dream about them like a haunting curse?
Try to remember the way she spoke, ?Her breath parted the air filled with smoke
I pray each night for peace and calm, ?So I can sink once again into my grandmother’s arms 
She was getting old now, almost 43, ?In my dreams I see my grandma and me
Now in the form in which I stand today, ?Holding her in my arms so I can keep her safe?
No one’s ever going to take you from me
But then I rise each night from my sleep ?
Wipe those tears I’ve cried since I was ten 
But smile knowing that next night you’ll be in my arms again
I must have been barely four; I stand in the middle of your trailer floor 
Seeing your face through the bottom of a half bottle of wine
Smoke some more but there’s a look in your eyes
Like you’re ready for something more but you don’t know how
And it’s too late to change that path your on now
So you just drink a bottle of cherry every day ?Sixty **** will take the taste away 
Smoking real hard since you was thirteen
My heavy smoking drinking darling grandma Jean 
I was ten years old, we’d moved away ?In the garden of a brick house I laughed and played 
A look of pain upon my mother’s face?Told me grandma had now gone to a kinder place
It was 98, she was 49, ?When someone took that grandma of mine ?That day the gods of pain embraced me tight, ?Tears soaked my body that July night ??Now there’s a rusty gypsy trailer in the middle of a field 
Her spirit bellows out the windows and drifts down the street?And whenever I taste cherry or feel some smoke around me ?I feel my heavy smoking drinking darling grandma Jean
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