before you came it was hell
with you i'd hoped it'd go well
but it didn't last, the spell
all you've left behind is a shell
on it i will no longer dwell
consider this as my farewell

Of course I want to be read
She wrote that, I want it to be said
I’ve got so many stories in my head
Few I’m proud of, many I dread
I lie down at night in my bed
threading words worthy of a spread
Oh, by the way, my name is not Zed

Of poetry
and prose
his words
remind me
Every time
we talk
I bloom
like a rose

in the sea of love we fell
we didn’t swim very well
we looked for a lifeboat
maybe it’d keep us afloat?

but we wanted much more
once we reached the shore

for eternity
we weren’t meant to be

our paradise
was built on
white lies
and compromise
yes, we lived through
grey skies
but we didn't realise
in our eyes
the truth lies

I wish I could write down
how you make me feel
but I’m scared I’d go back
to it every now and then
and remember...

Darling!
I dipped my simple verses
In full of emotion
Hoping to drown you in it.

one day
I’ll wake up
not caring
whether or
not you care

Don’t call me a poet
For only out I let
What you bet
Would never set
me free and yet
here I am - a Juliet
who may not forget
but lives in no regret