The bluest eyes I've ever seen
Are just now lying next to me
The one with whom my future lies
Or would, if not due to the distance
The most in love I've ever been
With the one who's lying next to me
I wonder about the reasons why
I failed to realise this sooner

My happiness is the irish boy who's next to me
The one to whom I have to say goodbye
Again, for the millionth time
Only this time I know he's what I want
What I need;
To be his girl, and only his
He lies asleep right next to me
I whisper "I love you"s I'm too afraid to say
Cause what's the point? He knows
I'm sure he knows
The way I'm lost into his eyes, any fool can see
The way I shiver from his touch

The only one I'll ever want
He's perfect, if only he would know
If only he could see
The amazing person that he is
And not deny it when I tell him so
If only he could know
Just how much I want to say "yes", leave it all behind and be with him
Instead of on my own so many miles away
The miles that made us strangers for 2 years
Until we weren't anymore, we fell right back to where we were
The smiles and winks and cigarettes
And late talks and cheeky looks and happy sighs
And music in the background while we lie
Into each other, once again

I'll be back, sure enough
You'll greet me again with open arms
But when? For how long?
This goodbye will **** me
The way the others never did
But I'll be back, and I'll go through this torment once again
Because you're worth it. You're the only person that is worth it.

Dublin's now my home, my home is where you are
It's crystal clear
As clear as anything has been

I'm his lucky strike,
He's my lucky (crushed) penny.
Just how much he changed my life, he'll never know
"I found my treasure in you", he sings
I did, I did

Mr. O'Toole
The drunk 'ol fool
Who spent every night
At the pub on his stool
He never threw darts
Nor ever played pool
Just drank himself blind
And fell asleep in his drool

'Til one summers night
After many a pint
The bar keep said
"This just isn't right
You drink so **** much
You can't stand upright
I'll call you a cab
You're done for the night"

Then Mr. O'Toole
Arose from his stool
And spoke as he finished his drink
"You think me a fool
Well your dumb as a mule
Every glass that you've poured
Has been filled with O'Douls
I'll have you know sir
That you are the fool
For that's the only thing I drink!"

I wear my loneliness on the ring finger of my right hand, upside down.
A beautiful reminder of
Empty coffeehouse booths and
Cold bedsheets, imprinted only by one.

Someone asked me what his name was,
Noticed my confused glare,
And nodded quietly towards my hand.
I had slipped it on without looking that morning,
Right side up,
Wearing a fake lover upon my finger.
I stammered as I turned it around again,
Reassuring them of my loveless heart.

Any stranger, near or far,
Can see my loneliness.
The brilliant emerald embedded only proves
To be a distraction.

The selkie sits on solemn sands,
Her hair a curtain wet.
She sings her songs of splendid seas -
A shining silhouette.

Her lily coat lies loosely strung,
Her shoulders slim and white,
She sighs with sounds of salty spray;
A voice of naught and night.

Stone hall with concrete walls
Perched with colours of the crown
Ripped down for united minds

Dole queue patriots hyped with delusions of grandeur
Camped upon corners, moaning ****** ******
Laying claim to title of white line champions

Still the law sheath batons
Sharing guarded desire
With debased brethren

So united the occupied stand
Defying foreign lords who oppress ancestral land
Awaiting the day the crown falls defiled
And high flies the green, white and gold.

The

Weary
Irish
Nearing
Destiny