Love Poem
It’s so nice
to wake up in the morning
all alone
and not have to tell anybody
you love them
when you don’t love them
any more - Richard Brautigan
like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones."
“Each day living out a lie
Life sold cheaply forever
Under neon loneliness
Motorcyle Emptiness
Under neon loneliness
Motorcyle Emptiness
Life lies a slow suicide
Orthodox dreams and symbolic myths
From feudal serf to spender
This wonderful world of purchase power” - Manic Street Preachers
here with you i fear the time
when air gets dark
you know i don’t spend days like this
caught up in lost times of youth that i miss
can almost hear rollercoasters
see sailboats in the sea
hear noise and screaming
weaving in and out of
happy music box sounds
but here on the ground
we’re so far away from that
time turned older now
we walked down the hill
i feel the coming on
of the fading sun
