I fell in love
With your memories
Looking for you
Over my coffee
I need you here
At my throbbing lips
Chewed till crimson
Thinking of you

She slept in the day
It was a curse
She dreamt with the lights on
For the night was hers
Dreaming of him
She tosses & turns
Her heart the embers
And her soul that burns
To dream is to cheat
The real world it seems
Because everything that’s good
Happens in dreams
A winding mirage
Of bittersweet taste
Cravings & memories
Some slow, some in haste
The dreams, her dreams
Were never in waste

It took me many years to see the light,
To realise that I was born to write.
From the first time I put pen to paper
I knew there was nothing I loved greater.
I write for myself, to fulfil a need,
Words that I know others may never read.
Though for no greater joy could I have wished
Than that which I felt when I was published.