Your gentle touch is not what I miss the most
Nor coming home from work to egg on toast
Its not running away, to escape the bores
And finding a quiet spot, to make love outdoors
Your bright, blue eyes are not what I miss the most
Nor sacking off work to spend a day at the coast
Its not hearing you laugh and seeing you smile
Or gazing at the stars, just laying for a while
Nor that I was lucky to have you, able to boast.
I now stalk our old haunts, a fading ghost
So just been together and feeling alive
Is what I will always miss about 2005.

The trunk is the easel, the leaves the art
The former the body, the latter the heart
Neighbouring trees that begin to entwine
To share the sunlight, its clearly a sign

Romance ain't dead, but its damaged and broken
Young lovers turn to single mothers
Due to words left unspoken

Or they stick together, though all the loves gone
Domestic violence to end the silence
They’ll pretend they get along

Free of my cell but out on bail
Tagged and tarnished, thoughts of you
A blizzard in my heart, snow and hail
Our past is a mist which clouds my view

If love, like a lizards tail
would grow back when the last did fail
then the length of my tail would be all for you
and like sunrise at the break of day would rise anew

And if then, my love like a wizards wand
had the necessary magic to keep you fond
i would shower you, with spell after spell
to cleanse the past until all was well

Yet my loves but a trinket gathering dust
a scrapheap car starting to rust
whilst you shine on, a glimmering light
the brightest star in my gloomy night

From daisy chains and summer lawns
to rainy nights & a soul that mourns
for innocence lost, for all the mistakes
daggers in backs and dull winter aches
blood that bled red has changed its hue
to a startling shade of forget me not blue
eyes which were white, turn nicotine yellow
whats now desperation was once so mellow
bright searing flames fade to charcoal black
which hide what we had and show what we lack

Through hooded eyes this hollow heart lets out long, yearning sighs
in wounded flesh, skeleton white, stretched over aching bones
i work through the mishaps, all the lies, to gain true sight of my demise
i'll pay in full for the borrowed hearts, pay interest in flesh for all the loans.

The bare foundations, upon which spring leaves grow
(cast iron frames, stretching to the sky)
look dreary under their blankets of snow,
looming over, the weary, passers-by

Yet beautiful, in their gnarled, morbid way
empathy. Symbols of cold and lonely hearts
a bittersweet loneliness, day, after dark day
but ever ready to brighten, when winter departs.

A lonely Romeo, who never met his Juliet
up to the knees in drugs, and the eyes in debt
staggering round from pub to pub, another night lost
it all seems worthwhile, till he realizes the cost
A romantic soul in a world full of shame
wants love straight forward, don't wanna play the game

But no my lad -- not in this day n age
everyones an actor -- every pubs a stage
they get their costumes -- from every high street shop
£80 for trousers!! -- 40 for a top!
And yet they all look the same
no conscience, class or shame!

Well our Romeo's older now, and still no love or passion
and as the years are passing he's losing touch with fashion
Meanwhile Juliet's out clubbing with her friends
Kissing all the boys and following all the trends

a song im working on, it reminds me of pretty every one i know.

lol i found this tonight when i was looking through all my old notebooks, i was writing for an ex girlfriend a long time ago cos she was obsessed with Halloween.

All Hallows Eve
Rough draft

On a wild, winters night this tale is set,
In a land of ghouls, but you mustn’t fret.
Stand tall, be brave and bold,
Come sit by the fire, let this story unfold.

There was a land ruled by pumpkins, who knew nought but peace and joy,
until their comfort was shattered, by the pumpkin kings boy.
For many, many years, the pumpkins had a peace they could keep
For their enemies, the Witches, were trapped in eternal sleep.

It was a cold, dark night in pumpkin town, nothing stirred. Down the long cobbled streets the tall, black street lights had their candles lit, as did all the tall houses that lined each side of the street. The houses had to be tall because, I’m not sure if you’ve ever seen one but, pumpkins are very tall people, with long stick like bodies and very large and very round pumpkin heads. If you’ve ever seen one of these pumpkins then i'm sure you’ll agree they’re very funny to watch. They’re slightly hunched due to their very heavy heads and thin bodies which means they often fall over and struggle to get back up. There is a rumour amongst the older pumpkins that a very clumsy pumpkin once went wandering off on his own and “toppled”, he never got up and its said that his ghost still haunts the beach to the south of pumpkin town. Old Norbert Triptova, they say, can still be heard on quiet nights asking for help to get to his feet. “Help me up, dinner will be burning!” They say he shouts. The other theory, which is more likely, is that the ghost pirates took him and, well, did what ever it is ghost pirates do to their prisoners, no-one knows for sure because no-one has ever returned to tell the tale.