Both, both of these things, both of these things they are not you, not the real you and the jealousy, and the bitterness, that comes from a broken heart, well, you had it rough, but you were never like this before, before you had heartbreak, before you had tragedy in love, before you suffered such…
Read MoreBeing of not much importance does not bother me, because I wish for a simple life, a simple life as simple as can be, and I do not wish for complexity, no, I do not wish for complexity, for it does no good to me, it does no good to me, and being of not…
Read MoreIn your bacchanalian revelry, you looked at me and saw three, and it was hard to see what value your opinions had, what value at all for they were no good to me, and when you shouted at me through your open window, where you were sat upon your sofa swearing at the TV, and…
Read MoreA short walk, a short walk down the riverbank. A brief stroll amongst the grass. A brief stroll to gaze, at the lilies on the water and at the cranes, the cranes who stand there so gloriously, and who fly so beautifully, up into and across the sky as I pass, and what beauty there…
Read MoreAnother quiet night. The stars are out, and the moon, the moon is shining bright, and you are in my arms, and everything is alright, everything is alright and there is calm and there is quiet, and we have some wine, some wine here in the summer evening, and I am grateful for your company,…
Read MoreAnother disaster, another disaster with you, for you come crawling to me, almost on the floor and crying your eyes out, and once again I try to help you, I try to help you the best that I can do, and you always seem, unable to deal with emotional problems, emotional problems it is true,…
Read MoreAnd I, I see, the whole of me, but you, you judge me and you do not use your brain wisely, and I do not say that lightly, I do not say that lightly, and it bothers me, that you could be so ignorant and uneducated, and you do not listen or understand as clearly…
Read MoreAncient heart, wise eyes. Wrinkles here and there but no surprise, ancient heart all laughter and smiles, sat in a rocking chair upon a porch in the sun. A happy face, a memorable one, and as we pass the vision of her happiness, over the rest of the day it continues to linger on, and…
Read MoreAgony is written upon your face. Agony, agony and pain, and it is such a wrench to see you that way, and it is a terrible thing because you drink too much and smoke too much, and you no longer sing, you no longer sing like you used to, you no longer do anything that…
Read MoreAfter the rain came, after the rain came, and you were washed away down the street, I sat in the café, and I had two lumps of sugar with my coffee, and I sat contemplating, contemplating the fragility of you, and I wondered if you would ever change, I wondered if you would ever change,…
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