Love is not a steady thing
If you would only touch me
Then you would understand
Though I'm temperamental as the sea
I long to hold your hand
And love is not a steady thing
But think of all the joy it brings
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Love is not a steady thing
If you would only touch me
Then you would understand
Though I'm temperamental as the sea
I long to hold your hand
And love is not a steady thing
But think of all the joy it brings

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“where did you go, just now?”
somewhere in my thoughts and dreams
there is a field, where i am sat,
the daisies colour it in reams
of white among the grass, so that
the field looks as though it’s painted
by some old master, antiquated.
the field, this last week, has housed
my body in its natural bliss,
i and the hedgerow are espoused,
i’m cradled by the trees, and kissed
so softly that i shed a tear
each time i am dragged back to here.
the noise of all the world around
cannot be heard from in my field,
i shut out any kind of sound
except the brook to which i yield:
safe and quiet there am i,
without the woes which make me cry.
but all the same, i don’t belong
among the flowers and the birds.
remain i here. although i long
for that field with no need for words
or messy feelings, petty strife.
but after all, they’re part of life.
Constant
The tufts of sky caressed by eyes Blown across an earth bound stretch, To which the hopes of life will rise, In forgotten memories of every wretch. And the world is better yet, With all the greatness unmet. Because the streets offer so very much, In beauty that floats but doesn't walk, I'll forget my misery for a hand to clutch. And move past my body outlined in chalk. I truly want a feeling I fear To have a girl I love near.
Like dreams washed away in the sun, Broken ideas that die but secretly live on. And investing your heart in only one, To take a shot at love before your last dawn. Breath in a life short of air, Knowing the end without a care. To rotten smoke in fabric worn, Like stale remnants of a night passed. Where words I think are never born, The weight of loneliness becoming vast. Wanting to be desired so bad A feeling I know can't be had
This truth I've found through pain, Of being broken by girls with a pretty face. Led by affection or love they feign, That overnight have died without a trace. These are visions of the past And feelings unmeant to last.