You don’t want to fail
I don’t wanna let you down
But there always a time which makes us doubt
Fighting each other without making sense
Why can’t we find A melody between us
I hope to find a middle ground between us
Where we can be proud of ourselves
Hoping on the bed made by our faiths
Where we can be at peace
However we suffer we can be at ease
Friday 31st July 2020 3:12 pm
When you won't back down...
The frequency of silence
That prolonged pregnant pause
Has it been days, hours or seconds?
Not sure anymore
Around this infinite space
The longer things are
The harder they are to face
Still I expect the best
Still I suspect the worst
I'll give in, if you do
You have to
Thursday 29th August 2019 3:24 pm
Saint Stephen's tale
It's Friday, sweets from Mrs Smith
Degeneration X and anarchy
Frankie's words: two tables, four chairs, suspension.
Discovered passing the buck, and thus passed it.
Stole the show with Twenty-one Questions, four dancers, and a singer.
First girlfriend changed everything, "You're young, she has baggage - get rid..." … did...
Sunday 7th April 2013 3:01 pm