My thighs sit in melancholic
harmonies
yearning for the
soft graze
of your tongue
and although
these emotions tend
to arrive in waves,
I am forcing the
drum in my
heart to play
a tune more upbeat.
-in case you thought you were irreplaceable

I'm put to the grind So I turn on the radio to silence my mind,
but still I find I'm one of a kind. I cant see my way for i'm ignorant, I'm blind.
And my hypothesis based off of this is I'm *******. I am me and like my behavior it can't be changed.

It can be a muddle
a muddy puddle
the eye of the poet.

I only hear you
When you dont say anything
I only see you
When you're not here
I only feel you
When you're not around
And now i cry
Cause i know you're hellbound

If the Sun doesn't get you
the scorpions will.

There were four of us in a half track and a little way back lay the fifth.

The Sun got him good
roasted and peeled him like a spud.

Tannoy, the radio man was the next one to go, slow like a withering vine,
sounded like static on the line
then he went dead.

Fitzroy, the Sepoy, more of a boy than a man
prayed for a day and then went on his way to whatever heaven it is that Sepoys go.

Bill, a bull of a man from Mill Hill and who spoke with a permanent stutter
uttered his last and I travelled on at half mast
cursing the Sun and the Sand and the hand I'd been dealt.

Felt the scorpion sting as I pulled up and funny thing too
I could swear that the scorpion looked like
Frank Sinatra.

The words I write on this page won't even matter,
Because you're my number one but to you I'm just the latter,
I don't know if it's a phase or if we're wasting each others time,
Or it's become a stupid show you can no longer mime,
But you stopped telling me how you're feeling,
And ever since I haven't been ******* breathing

I could've said something
Before she 'left'

Something didn't sounded right
She stuttered a bit while she spoke

Her voice was "happy"
No sound of sadness

I asked her if she was alright
She said 'totally' with a smile

So the conversation continued
Like it always did

I could've told her
That I knew she wasn't alright

But you know, thought she never thought about that
Never saw her struggle

The next day I found out
She was gone

That day, I just thought about it
I wish I said more

She would still be here
If I haven't just moved on

I could've saved my friend