Count the Stars
counting the stars
he opens up the window
pouring for inspiration
inbetween breaks
severing sleep
from pale shades of dreams
crossing bridges
over the moon
twisting feelings
from memories
walking barefoot
in naked thoughts
fathomless in
the midnight breeze.
Saturday 21st May 2016 11:40 pm
Too Old
I know I’m too old for you
With your wild, blazing eyes
And swishing hips.
Too old for you
Despite what your friend says
Who sits next to you.
I know you’re too wild for me
As you dance across the clouds
And I walk in the shadows.
You paint the town
All colours of the rainbow
While I often struggle
To stay on my feet in the ice.
You a...
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