If it’s too good to be true
After All The Pulls
All The Pulls
Prayers By The Prairie
Ooze and Exude
I pray the azure tides meet you
Where you would feel through and through
Maybe then you’d steer with surety
I pray the azure tides bear not stormy billows
That match the fog and daze your head carries
For uncertainty, is a boat without oars
I pray the azure tides wouldn’t be too long
That I go to meet them elsewhere
What a shame then, that you and I could have been.
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Come all, weary and laden
They, that breathe heavy
They, with their hope shredded to bits
They, who are laden
You are not alone
Park lights have gathered their embers
The swish of branches, held back till soon a time
Laden, you and this park
Hold on to faith, weary child
Just as the taut ambience
Holds on desperately to the still air.
I wanted more
I wanted more, now
I wanted to be soaked in
Like an orchid in the rain
I wanted pampering
I wanted a haven
I wanted to feel safe
Like a pearl in his calloused palm
Inbetweener (You’re hard to love)
Loud In Love
He does this thing
That sets my pulse racing
I’m a rocket, launched up high
To a world of my own.
And when he talks
My mind is too loud
My eyes want to be plucked out
And my face is a red tomato.
I put myself together
With such concerted effort
But no matter what
This mind will not be quietened.
In seconds he has me undone
Behind my fragile smile,
I’m praying he hasn’t seen me fret
Because I’m a mess inside.
And should he hold my hand
God only knows,
That whatever is left binding my composure
Would be weakened.