'Why not a happy poem?
To smile the day away.
Why not? I could use it, so can you.
Why not a happy poem?
About flowers and blue skies.
Tell me darling, why not a happy poem?'

These boys are all the same
All they do is wanna play childish games
Always saying things that are untrue
Just to get a chance to be with you

It won’t be too long before he calls you his girl
And makes you feel like you’re his world
But get ready for a swirl

Your feelings have deepen for him
But now he’s starting to play with your emotions
He says he wants to keep his options open

Before you know it he’s gone
Making you think you did something wrong
But all along it was he that led you on

These boys are all the same
All they do is wanna play childish games
Always saying things that are untrue
Just to get a chance to be with you

I love you as much as I love the light, that kisses me in the mildest morning.
I love you like the pure white clouds,that line the skyline, over the horizon as I'm looking out over an autumn sea.
I love you like mauve mountain tops, crowning through the sky.
I love you as I love the peaceful moments in your arms.
I love our one-sided conversations, the ones where I say all the words.
I love you in a letter
And that letter said goodbye.
Can't is a word that doesn't exist, they say.
It does exist, it has too.
For, I can't love anybody again.
Too much pain.
(c) Livvi

Make dreams,
take dreams,
create them yourself.
Runes for ditherers.
Whispers on raindrops.
flowers on breezes.
Birthday boys and pretty girls.
Wearing bright white crop tops.
Bright pink cheeks and twisted curls.
Haircuts and elastic.
Fashion trends.
Cheap shop friends.
Call centre workers,
out to make an easy buck.
Poking folks.

Killing jokes.
He's preaching the end of the world.
How dare he be so bold.
To visit my front door,
garbage paper in hand.
The devil to capture have and hold,
hangs in the watchtower.
From this day, now and forever,
The aged leather sofa plethora of all sold lies.
Invite them not in, briefcase duos.
perfect smile.
See them coming run a mile.
Or just ignore the door.
(c) Livvi
This is obviously just my own opinion.

When finally quiet comes
the long pain of night's trudge
the unmasked soul dredge
swift an arrow, piercing
when friends have all gone
in the silent dark before dawn
this is when you
miss me.