Tuesday, 4 December 2018

If it will happen to me


The friendly glances, the shared looks

We can read each other, just like a book

The comforting compliments, the silent support

You walk together with me, it’s just so easy to talk



Every word is cherished, every glance embraced

Although you don’t quite say it, it’s written all over your face

We play this game, we weave this web, and before too long

We’ll be stuck, stuck in over our heads



But still we go, though avoid as I might

You entice me back with skill, with no hint of a fight



What will come of all of this? This invisible, impossible desire

If something, it will come with grief, with regret, and with fire



Why does life do this? Make two different minds meet

Two minds who already walked too far, too far in their own feet



Is it all worth the risk? Is it all worth the pain?

To follow your path, with everything to gain



Only time will tell if it’s all to be

If it will all work out, if it will happen to me



All those years ago, I should have learned back then,

That you were just bad news, but here you are again



I fall for your tricks

I fall for your glance

I fall for your attention

Again, I let us dance



Only time will tell if it’s all meant to be

If it will all work out, if it will happen to me



You’ve bought your smile back, that charm, and those eyes

All wrapped up nice and sweet, but it’s all just a disguise



Before long I see, it’s the same harsh façade

We’re going nowhere fast, and soon you will discard



You’ll forget me like your keys

A distant memory I’ll become

But still I will be here

Still waiting for the one



The nights are long

Time passes by so slow

I’m by myself, with nowhere to go



I walk alone, there’s only me, and still I struggle, struggle there to see

That in me, I have me, and that’s how it will ever be

Only time will tell if it will all work out, if it will happen to me


Friday, 30 November 2018

The cyclist and the pedestrian

The cyclist and the pedestrian collided on the street
The cyclist and the pedestrian, what an unfortunate way to meet

What the f%#k are you doing! 
It’s a footpath! the pedestrian grumbles, 
On the footpath, the cyclist’s dazed
But the cyclist isn’t humbled

Instead the cyclist argues, the footpath is for all to share
And even if it isn’t, you’re still gonna find me there

Cos I’m a cyclist, I’ll do what I like, 
I’ll make my own rules, 
keep peddling on my bike

And it’s you’re fault if you get in my way, should have been paying more attention, should be off your phone, 
should have stayed home today


I ride with the wind flowing through my helmet 
It’s the closest thing to flying
I’m winning at life, I’m alive, I’m free as a bird
Cos of that I just can’t stop smiling....


So f#%$ing get out of my way!!!