Apart

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Somedays you wake up and you don’t wanna move
Glued to your bed brooding in blue mood
Last night you didn’t sleep
It sure was her voodoo

Oh, the sun’s shining, birds flying
I’m drowning in a deep deep blue lake
Would you come and hold my hand
Pull me up and say just “Hey”?

Sometimes you need her and hope its not too late
Maybe she still remembers those beautiful days
But then you see her smiling and think
Would you better stay away?

Oh, I’m lying, only hiding
a little pain in my heart
I can bear it, don’t you worry
We were made to stay apart

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I could tell about it but don’t you laugh,

She would strangle me to death with her pretty scarf.
Her face didn’t say but she needed to pee
Or you can ask her if you don’t believe. But she would not
Until she had found a toilet clean.
Local time was ten and it was already cold.
Dare I say, she could barely hold.

Her interest was perhaps me but now obsolete.
All she could think was
Very clean toilet seats.
Eh, look what trumped our friendship.

Part of me felt pity but we kept on eating.
Eleven it was when we left.
Even then, she was as calm as she could be.
Did I tell, I was a bit impressed?

But I played a fool and did not hurry.
Everything was perfect; the wind, the place,
Fine moonlight over her head.
Oh, but not her urgency. I had now started feeling guilty.
Rest is history. She went home, I went mine.
Eleven thirty it must have been when her interest realigned.

Some Diamonds

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Parts of my broken heart buried deep
Under sadness and sorrow
Judged me for making it weep
And not talking to the sparrow.
Kites in the sky did not mind the wind.
Umbrella in her hand lifted in the rain.
My friend told me to smile a bit
And go make some beautiful arts.
Rest assured I’ll get some diamonds
In a while from those broken parts.

Me and The Boys

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You would think it was funny
But no, I don’t
Yesterday, I was locked out
By my own door
Curse the wind, but why would you?
I had no jeans, what a fool.

So I called my friend, Jo
He had my spare pair of key
He started driving to me
Though he had a date with his girl, Sophie

It reminded me of our times
Some bad, some good but mostly fine
Now you’ve found somebody else
I do hope he treats you well
Well, better than I did

I wish I could see you again
And tell you how sorry I am
For the hurtful things I said
On our last day, think it was a Friday

Jo came around but he was all tears
Sophie broke up with him, had an affair
I thought it could wait till I had my jeans
But he hugged me so hard I couldn’t breathe

He cried about getting drunk
Drown in sorrow, pain and burn
Even said some things about you
Girls are the reason we are blue
I couldn’t see his tears
I let him scream, I could bear

That’s when I knew I had to call
Shawn and Dawn to come along
They lived on the other side of the city
But nobody could see Jo in misery

So Me and The Boys met once again
Not in a bar but some decent place
I was happy to have my jeans
Shawn had many soups of kidney beans
Dawn had Jo laughing again
Jokes about some crashing plane

You see, I can live without
As long as I have my boys around
I wish that Friday had never happened
But everything’s alright
If you still have your happy smile

Aching Song

I heard the sound of blue
When I had it all but you
Little whispers of madness
Oh yes, this I must confess.
I saw things in the air
Reflection of what was not there
And then nothing at all
As if I was ready to fall.
The chaos that came along
Sang an aching song
On and on and on.