So what is it now?
What do we call it
When blood finally boils
Juices run clear and hunger eats fear
Yet we pause to stop and ignore
forests brimmed with adventure
Yet to be explored

Wild overgrown and Tangled
constricted tired and thorned
A flower buds in winter
And is lovingly scorned

So what is this?
Post war? Pre season friendlies?
Well shoot,
I felt adored

Know what it is
How it is
Well, how I feel it is:

It's sad
It's tears from the crowd
It's a stand up, shout and cry
"Don't do it!
Let yourself be carried away!
It was love! And it still is!

You Fool!
He'd hold you no matter how cold
He'd love you no matter how old
And He'll leave you, if ever told

And you love him too!
I see it because Ive felt it before,
When there's no eyes but theirs
And no one else on the floor

You fool, you should swim
And get in whilst it's warm “


or is it a tickling cliffhanger ?
A ******* prologue
that book you'll read when you're older
The one to curl you up in the fire
Kissing eyes in the night
To Dim the lights on the liars
A final battle of the fight

Maybe it was just all it is
And those smiles who jump into each other's arms
Time by time, visit after visit
Will slip from ear to ear
To jealously and fear
Bullying hope and squeezing
tears
Drop our heart to a dead beat
drum roll

Then we talk,
Around the subject of nothing
But it's all in the subtext

She said forget,
don't wait
And made my love taste like hate

Wild overgrown and Tangled
constricted tired and thorned
A flower buds in winter
And is lovingly scorned