keeper of butterflies in my stomach maker of music painter of stars. my fire-starter, will you ever love me? ever know my heart want me. take me. madness of mine my secret love.

these days of melancholia of inexplicabale sadness lingering grey wafting thin like mist pouring heavy like rain these days of melancholia these days, inbetween.

i know you are there always there at the end of a line. always listening, always kind. if only, i would call.

sometimes, i picture you in your back garden lying in an easy chair feet up, book in hand. half smiling in your absent minded way. sometimes, when i picture you this way, i wonder if the slow sweet rustle of your green paddy fields ever makes you think of me.  

i like this place quiet. calm. safe. like you. like us.

always the flame never the moth.

i like to think we were always on this path sometimes meandering sometimes hurtling all the while, unknowing towards each other.

i like to think we were always on this path sometimes meandering sometimes hurtling all this while unknowing towards each other.

your voice in my head fingers running through my hair a fleeting hand on my shoulder your eyes never leaving mine is how you get under my skin.

your voice in my head fingers running through my hair a fleeting hand on my shoulder your eyes never leaving mine is how you get under my skin.

m(o)use, you’ve got the (y)ears but I’ve got your eyes.

m(o)use, you’ve got the (y)ears but I’ve got your eyes.

silver tongued silver fox, you are the silver lining.

silver tongued silver fox, you are the silver lining.

i just pictured how your mouth would twist in disapproval. and my mouth, it curved into a smile.

truth is, i seem to have forgotten what its like to be mind fucked by you ever since i was just plain fucked by him.

truth is, i seem to have forgotten what its like to be mind fucked by you ever since i was just plain fucked by him.

i could probably cut the crap now and tell you. how the unthinkable happened. how i fell for you how i ached for you. tell me, if i did would you come clean too could we have a good old laugh. or would you just be bitter that i got over you before you got over me?

i could probably cut the crap now and tell you. how the unthinkable happened. how i fell for you how i ached for you. tell me, if i did would you come clean with me? would you find it funny too? could we have a good old laugh. or would you just be bitter that i got over you before you got over me?

in the hallway today i heard a voice husky like yours. i knew it wasnt you it couldnt. but i sat up a little straighter stomach tightened and held my breath hoping you’d walk through the door.