Be the best that you can be
Love forever, forget my worth,
And heal a soul, or two.

Mine is a heart that's been dropped more than once
What use is a damaged thing?
My bruises have bruises
But there's nothing you can do about that, now.

Yes, I scream out loud sometimes
When the rain buries the roof
And I drown in a bubble of air.
So I'm sorry, but nothing has changed.

But you're so far away, so don't you worry about that.

Come to Paris with me.
Let's stick to our plans.
But please, can it mean what Paris means?

Can it mean that this time
My parents will approve
And we can dance in sunlight,
And dip into the shadow of the Notre Dame,
Get married there, if they'll let us,
Because I'd like that very much.

My love, we'd be so far removed
Nobody would ever have to know
And if you'd so wish it
You'd never have to see my face again
In midnight, or alone.

And if you don't come, can't come, or simply won't,
Out of fear of the unknown
Please say I can think of you
For every second of every day,
Because Paris is calling me.
And I have to get out of this tomb.

And Paris is shining like a beacon of light
And I want to get lost in its secrets,
And I want to taste its delights,
So please, if you don't come, can't come, or simply won't,
Paris, be a boy.

Shot of golden light
Bringer of smiles
Christ, you, Sir,
Are a ******* *****.
Or is that me?
And are you a mirror?
Probably.
They hate me
They do.
And so it's me, not you.
I love you, come back?
Never leave me.
If I promise to never take my lips
From your neck,
Stay in my bloodstream for ever?
Oh this,
This is true love.
Now let's hide under the covers
And cry about the world
'Cause it's crying lies about us.

I have to ask myself
Sometimes

What's the reason for my bothering?

You don't think twice
You're never nice,
And if you are
You don't mean it.

You're distracted, you're off
In the clouds
And I'm down here
Waving to catch your attention:
But you can never see ants from planes.

But still,
I'll try

Because it makes me happy,
Makes me feel like I have a purpose.

And that purpose
Is getting you to crash land
To reality.

Impossible as that is
Without one of us getting hurt.

I don't think of you during the day
Apart from when I'm on the bus,
Journeying through a dream land to a tangible destination.

Your face fades into short sightedness
Until I stumble across old photos,
And hold them close to my face, close to my heart.

Your blue eyes are now part of a mood board of mine,
Instead of my entire outlook on life.

And I never believed what a friend the morning could be.
How well the dancing trees would listen
As I pour out all my secrets
To be absorbed, like carbon dioxide,
And be exhaled as harmless oxygen.

They whisper; give us the tales of Summer,
The Autumn with its wind and its match-making rain,
Give us that Spring you spent alone,
And we'll show you the light that grows,
Out of the Winter
That holds your soul.

And we conspire
And we laugh,
And we promise
To heal things
To grow things
And to eat,
And enjoy,
The fruits of our labour.

I see, you are the full stop.
You.
Not a semi colon;
You
Sheer things
Off
And don't give me a chance
To elaborate
To explain.
Hope.
It's the word that came
Before you.
But
Everything comes before you
Now.
Pushing daisies
Impossible flowers
Left
To rot,
I'll collect them all.
I will wrap them up and show you
Something
Good can come
Although
Budding Spring might be over.
Although that season is growing
Old
We two, still, are
Young.
You have enough
Life
In your hands,
Green fingers,
To carry our story
On.

Don't look so shocked when you hear it,
You really were not hard to beat - however hurtful that is.  

His eyes are much brighter than yours,
And they light up like glow sticks when he says hello

His arms are iron, whereas yours are cheese strings:
I feel like a kid on a climbing frame, at last

He doesn't roll his eyes when I stutter, or mumble
Self-depreciatively: he chuckles along with me

His warmth makes me believe in stars, and stories like spun gold,
Which draws me out of your tepid fog

Unlike you, Mr Sullen, he goes about his work without complaint,
And I feel like a rosy teacher's pet when he talks me through it

He has a smile which affects me like laughing gas -
And I think I'm becoming addicted.

You are now a fading moon, cratered and dull.
He is...

A rising sun, warming my blood.
And I hope he'll run forever in my veins.