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Sian Rogers Jan 6
A virus appeared one day
Summer was no longer ours for fun
Walks became a thing for one

Locked inside, no room to breathe
Movies all day and drinking all night
Half the money coming in

Bike rides and swimming wild
BBQs and summer wine
We opened up again

Flights cancelled, passports banned
The United Kingdom in another lockdown
Jobs have stopped or are on strong pause

The mood is dropping, life isn't as fun
Queuing for food one by one
I sit in the window and wonder

What could life have been
What adventures have we missed
As I watch the sunrise

It made me think
It made me dream
It made me sit still and finally learn how to breathe
Sian Rogers Nov 2019
I'm sinking
Trying so hard to stay afloat
I'm thinking
Where can I find a lifeboat
I'm dreaming
Of a place far away
I'm drowning
Can I ever be saved

I'm running
To the place in my dreams
I'm hiding
From the monster inside of me
I'm slowing
The fog is catching me
I'm swimming
Trying so hard to stay afloat

I'm trying
Trying to find a better me
Sian Rogers Oct 2019
A wind it blew, a change it brought
A project of history

I lost her by the sea
a selkie skin, a withered seal
I lost him in the woods
a nymph, as strong as a tree
I lost her in a dream
a fairie, would you believe?

A wind it blew, a change it brought
A project of modernity

I lost it in a book
a chemical to help my skin peel
I lost it on a cliff
a thought, or was it a scream?
I lost it in my head
an imagination put to bed

A wind it blew, a change it brought
A project of eternity
Sian Rogers Oct 2019
She found him
Darkness and despair surrounding
The colour gone from his cheeks
Nothing left for him to seek
Whisky on the table
A beer in his hand
She kissed him gently
And he buried his head in the sand
Sian Rogers Oct 2019
Whisky in his hand
A smile on his face
He beckoned me in
Pure sin

It could never last
Love came and went so fast
Left me with a hole
A broken soul

I've seen the new girl
Blonde and skinny
Of course she's pretty
Wearing that string of pearl

Whisky in his hand
A smile on his face
He beckoned me in
Pure sin

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