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Like the dust that silently and very gently falls through a ray of sunlight Particles that disappear quietly and too quick In our view for a matte..

The buttons unbutton Thumb and fingers grip to ease The zips unzip A quick release for each set of teeth The trousers walk off and crumple into ..

When the nest falls from the highest Hitting every branch on it’s way down Smashing into obstacles left, right and centre Will they shatter..

If I had a son I’d call him Patrick He’d be blue eyed and smile wide He’d fall about laughing while learning to stand up straig..

True love on Valentine's Day...x

Part with a once loved hand Funny that it starts to rain A metaphor for the truth Or just plain bad timing? Those pretty brown eyes Now turn..

Every word and experience sank deep into my being Penetrating my every question and then my every reaction Flowing through my blood, hidden there ..

Have you evolved since first listening to music? Does your heart still grow with every new release? Or is that no longer important to you- Now th..

So you compare your life to a horror film And I’ll bet that there will be a sequel They are going to run with this one So I hope that you a..

When we walk a Sunday morning scene Sometimes you can smell churches or Christmas And passing many well wishes All on their lazy missions They g..