chucking your life in the bin (Remove filter)
Petrol Green Eyes
Furtively, you smile
as I dive
into your petrol green eyes
we’ve run out of words tonight
My unspeaking lips
form the shape of a silent promise
to burn
my house to the ground
For there is only
you and me now…
And I hear the screams
of my old way of life
And the swirl of ashes
of somebody’s broken heart
And a twinge of shame
so swiftly erased
in the rising dance
of f...
Friday 6th January 2023 12:24 pm
Recent Comments
Naomi on FROM THE SINK
41 minutes ago
John Coopey on I CAN'T CARE FUCKING LESS
2 hours ago
John Coopey on I'm Sixty Six Today! (5/12/24)
3 hours ago
Tom Doolan on I'm Sixty Six Today! (5/12/24)
3 hours ago
Tom Doolan on The Heart Of Kindness
3 hours ago
M.C. Newberry on I CAN'T CARE FUCKING LESS
3 hours ago
M.C. Newberry on I CAN'T CARE FUCKING LESS
3 hours ago
Hélène on The Heart Of Kindness
3 hours ago
M.C. Newberry on Starmer quotes Larkin at Lord Mayor's Banquet
3 hours ago
M.C. Newberry on I'm Sixty Six Today! (5/12/24)
3 hours ago