If I told you I love you
What would you think?
Would you say you love me too?
Or that we're too young?
...
When I look upon the graves
Of those who fell before
Neat, bland rectangles
Of yellow and weathered stone
...
Oh to be
Enamoured with the idea
Of love
To risk the heart upon a fall
...
And here I sit, alone again in the pouring rain.
I know this is the path I chose
I know that this is what you want.
...
And death seems the only way out
When hope fades
And life is hard to bear;
The razor is the only friend,
...
I barely know you
But I miss you
When I don't see you
When my phone doesn't vibrate with a text from you
...
Cool Spring breezes caress
Sun-kissed cheeks
As song-birds sing
In early March sunshine.
...
I went up St Catherine's Hill with my best friend just as darkness was falling. Watching the city lights come on dotted across the hillside opposite us, compared with the drama of the darkening sky and the velvety blackness of the fields around us struck me, and this is the result.
Eyes drift over nature's gentle twilight
Calm darkness drops into valley and hollow
...
It's five to nine on a Saturday
night. I'm at work - an hour
to go! - and you're at your
dad's. I'm thinking of us -
...