What is Love?
What is love but an illusion A hole to fill, insecurity Not quite real and yet you believe ’tis been … Continue reading What is Love?
What is love but an illusion A hole to fill, insecurity Not quite real and yet you believe ’tis been … Continue reading What is Love?
I sit typing my life away Dreaming of all I could be Looking back on my past As far as … Continue reading If Only I had a Time Machine
So the wind comes to wash her away But here will she stay The old skin shedding this day A … Continue reading New Skin
I wrote this in one of my favourite pubs nearby called the Rising Sun, a place you should all visit … Continue reading The Rising Sun
When you’re a baby people fawn over you When you’re a few years older you become hard to handle When … Continue reading When You’re Old
Your beaming smile Your twinkling eyes Your flush of life A shooting star A dream too many A dream to … Continue reading Shattered dreams
Tory blue covers yellow and red Leaving all other pretty much dead Except for the thistle who pricked a few … Continue reading Another Five Years
So here we go again Another election, a cross to bare These Muppets with their lies Who are they kidding … Continue reading Muppets and Lies
Here he goes again, listening to their troubles and woes All the problems under the sun they think with them, … Continue reading Insecurity
Out for a stroll in the autumn sun She walks past people with money to burn Rushing in and out … Continue reading The Dream of Maybe