I've Cried Enough For You
I've never seen the sky so blue
The grass so green, the day so new
I can't believe it but it must be true
I've cried enough for you.
I've been so long in empty rooms
A bed, a window and the moon
My discipline has seen me through
I've cried enough for you
I'm coming down the mountainside
The path is steep, my heart is wide
It's dark and h...
Monday 15th October 2012 10:27 pm
The Desk
I had a desk on the first floor
Of a four way street.
There was a bedroom,
Bathroom and kitchen.
The desk was pushed up against
The window where
I would sit and watch the
People pass below.
I was filled with a great type of loneliness,
The sort that consumes everything
And colours the world.
I'd sit there pouring away hours
Without fear of waste,
Without a sens...
Saturday 13th October 2012 9:44 pm
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