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Simon Clark Aug 2012
He has changed me,
Made the smile genuine,
True,
No longer blue,
Chased the grey away,
Left a lighter, brighter hue.
written in 2011
Simon Clark Aug 2012
Spat in my face,
Turned me into a figure of fun,
Never dared to scratch away,
To look beneath the surface,
To notice or see,
That all of us have a purpose.

Now I'm stronger,
Much braver than i ever was before,
I can hold my head up high,
I'll show you what I'm made of,
I will make you see,
That I'm better off without you.
written in 2011
Simon Clark Aug 2012
Don't know if i approve,
Or believe in the institution,
But i'll enjoy the fruits of love,
I'll pay no care to others anger,
It's such lilliputian*,
Compared to death, pain and war,
Just *** in sin,
I'm not a *****.
written in 2011
Simon Clark Aug 2012
I'll sneak up behind you,
No sound,
No noise,
Plant my lips on your neck,
Pull you close,
Make you a wreck.

This is my love bomb.

I'll lay you on my bed,
Undress,
Disrobe,
Press my skin to yor breast,
Feel your warmth,
Enter you; guest.

This is my love bomb.

I'll move deep inside you,
Tightness,
Magic,
Sink my teeth in your spine,
Hear you scream,
Relax; its fine.

This is my love bomb.

This is my love...

...

...

...

...

...bomb.
written in 2011
Simon Clark Aug 2012
Rodgers and Hammerstein in my head,
The sound of words i never said,
My brain is spinning like a carousel,
Pipe dreams and wishes that once fell,
Like Juliet all alone with me,
Or Cinderella at midnight running free.

Lennon and McCartney on my mind,
With yesterdays i thought I'd find,
Somewhere back in the U.S. states of love,
When free as a bird high above,
I realise that she just loves you,
Don't ask me why but i know I'll get you.
written in 2011
Simon Clark Aug 2012
I've dreamed of you,
Eyes closed,
Peaceful slumber,
But still your touch,
Your eyes and lips rest on me,
Like a feather rests on the grass,
Caught in the blades of love.
written in 2011
Simon Clark Aug 2012
Surrounded by people,
Day and night connecting,
Very few get in,
Very few see beyond the smile; the joy,
So i often feel like a person outside,
Like a person who's always lived alone.
written in 2011
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