For Lovers Only

For Lovers Only

Thursday, 20 October 2016

Next Time...

The moon won't come out to play,
as all the hugs in the world get together to warm the stars.
I can see the inside of your heart.
My nails make small crescent shaped marks on my hands.

I think, you should run as fast as you can
Then I wonder if I'm in the same place.
I know for sure you're not.
In my mind he and I still dance in grocery lines,
'till the end of time.

You're still breathing,
I pretend you died, then your words mean something different.

I finally open my palm, he slips between the gaps of my fingers,
as I let him go,
to free myself.

Wednesday, 10 August 2016

As we Break...

You're a flower, a breathe of air, a whisper in my dream.
A ray of sun, all the stars in my sky, everything it seems.
But as I look above the water and my lips break the waves,
the horizon tells me a story reminding me of all my past mistakes.
A fear catches hold of me as I try to swim away,
with a panic that leaves me as breathless as the day he walked away.

I feel so much and live too fast without much time to rest.
Though even without words, my heart has always beat quicker than the days pace at its best.

So maybe I'm not from here and to stay would be a crime,
because these four walls that you've built around me force me to step off line.
And as I stray further from the path and you fade from my mind.
I'm closer to the shadow of death that's followed me for all of time. 

Friday, 8 July 2016


As though the waves are trying to touch me,
The tide stretches across the sand as far as it can.
I breathe that morning air, new and fresh with hope and promise,
As though all that’s happened in the past that hurt me can be taken away.

I reach for your memory, because you will always be there,
But my hand just finds the shadows of the clouds resting across the horizon.
I feel tomorrow caressing my shoulder and all I can do is run on,
Reminded of your life against mine,
Our hearts beating together

For the rest of time.

Friday, 10 June 2016

Haunted by the Rain...

Hunted down in the shadows of night,
they catch me, hold me down, tight
my breath turns to mist as you squeeze out all the light.

Back there on the other side of time,
picture frames smash as he takes away their life.
I'm left here alone, wandering in and out of lines.

She had a flower in her hair,
her eyes still open in a stare.

When she left I pictured my life,
without her smile,
everything's cold.
Without her wishes,
everything's old.
Her gold,
gone to pieces in the rain,
as my tears fall down and stain
that road forever that took me away,
from all the things I knew
half my heart left in yesterday.

Saturday, 14 May 2016

Dark Days...

The dust from the moon settles on me as I rest.
In and out I breath, hoping this is finally the end.

Once I was so scared I held my breath until I passed out.
Reality set in covering me up to my lips in doubt.

When I finally spoke, my words fell into a dark room.
No one was there to pick them up,
I wandered into the past alone.

I like to wait there for the day to end.
At least I already know what happens and I don't have to pretend.

I go back to all the places that hurt me the most,
to see how strong I really am
and remind myself of what matters most.

But as I walk the day and step in and out of light,
I see all these shadows that should have been there in stead of I.

Maybe that's a bad thing to think,
but maybe they don't know.
How precious life is, until its taken from under them,
before they've had a chance to grow.

What's all this waiting,
you don't have all this time
that was promised when you were born
a tragedy if you don't get time to walk the line?

But what is the line?
When you're forced to conform.
Where's all the adventure, the risks, the child in us that dies before we even know.

Then I'm out of breath and my vision starts to blur.
My eye lids are heavy but no sleep comes to me, so I defer
thinking of how much I want to go and be with them
and try to promise myself I won't.

Saturday, 30 April 2016

Imaginary City...

I fall in love with the shadows every time they fall. 
Things are different at night; people speak softly to each other as if afraid to wake the dark. Then as the daybreaks and life slowly falls into place the air becomes thinner, difficult to breath. And as though the light spoken of moments ago, came from nowhere, the sun starts to peek through, so hopeful. 
Not yet too bright no need to close your eyes.

My shadow stretches out across the ground as if waking from a sleep I never knew. It’s so much bigger than me, bigger than my heart. Because it’s a part of me I feel strong, though I know its glow before it was touched could burn the world, now it only flickers in and out as it tries to heal. 
My mind so open though from all that it feels, the details in everything.

Steps forward are effortless, a deep breath in winter you can feel in your lungs as a moment ends and a new one begins. The cool breeze as you step inside a new memory, like a blanket fallen to your side during the night.

Then the rain, enclosing me in a moment, I know everything’s real because I can feel the air touching my skin, then the sensation of falling sideways, the scent of perfume against her neck. A rush of blood to the head, then the black of night 
the ink on my page, a welcome home.

Most of the shadows that mill around me don’t hold life, like an English winter making everything grey, even their eyes the colour of cold tea. 
Life scares them back onto the walls out of sight, as though they were never there.

Too many people that are here don’t even exist.

Sorrow as you catch the scent of the rain falling as straight as a blades edge, the trees whispering sweet nothings to each other, indistinguishable like the moment between breaths.

Can you hear it? Someone is falling in love, right now somewhere, a single raindrop crawls to the end of her nose, falling to the puddle below awaiting the game. A second of consideration, though nothing was considered she jumps and falls, the fearless and innocent expectance that nothing will do her harm. 

Even if it does, she will jump and fall again, somewhere else for someone else, someone worth the risk.

Saturday, 9 April 2016

Falling Skies...

As the sky holds everything together, the world falls apart.
Like a spread of mountains against a soft dawn, bathing the day in a yellow light.
We don't realise what we miss when we close our eyes.

Where things grow in the shadows of the night.
How were we to ever know darkness can also give life?
And where would we look for flowers bursting through concrete?
Between the ones we never forgave,
and the bitter breath in our lungs that makes us weak.

As the clouds cry for all the things we never notice,
the sky finally lets everything go,
lost treasures fall to the Earth,
in and out of focus.