Johnny Allerdyce

@altleefelix @altbangchris

First,

I felt them in my stomach;

Then,

I thought they were in my head;

Undeserved affection;

A figment of my imagination.

Until I realized that

My hand in yours,

Was just a cocoon,

And that

Your lips on mine,

Was the metamorphosis

Roses are red,

Your balls are blue,

I’d write you a poem

But I’m not old enough for you

Bright eyes, but

Not innocent.

They have cried too many times

And have seen awful things

And reflect deep, dark fears through their lenses.

Yet, when I look into those bright eyes

All I think about

All I imagine

All I care for

Is her

The Bad Men

The men who outstay their welcome

When they were unwelcome to begin

The men who are with you all day

But only visit you at night and

Before now,

I always thought that a visit was

Temporary.