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The people stalled their conversations. The drinks sat back onto coasters. Everyone but me had read the reviews And saw the stars printed on posters.

That night was the only performance And apparently once in a life time. The curtain dropped to the floor suddenly And was replaced by a dream of mine.

I heard the soft voice of a younger lady She sang slow melodies I'd never heard Something about them was so familiar, And I hung on her every word.

I saw stars in her eyes that had long ago faded Still a twinkling but light years away. She sang of a villain; remembered forever While her hero; less than a day.

We spoke briefly between drinks afterwards She told me secrets in books backstage. She wrote lyrics on bar napkins while at work And told me the stories that filled every page.

I walked past that bar where she still works and thought of all the things I could say To help her write songs that would make her smile And make me the best part of her day.

I passed a glance through Victorian windows But never saw the whole way in. The oily glare of forgotten finger prints Obscured the girl within.

I entered and stared across the bar at her. Into the face I loved and then told. But what she replied was merely subjective And our potential had already been sold.

Soon

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The Shadows grew of a friend I once knew Across fresh drawings in tarmac. We were kids of the block, and I take stock In remembering things from that far back.

I removed her picture because I thought that I'd miss her. And placed it face down in a drawer. But the hurts always growing from the never quite knowing The friend who I wish I knew more.

And many years later. I tried to hate her For leaving me the way that she did. But I can show no remorse for life running its course And in my mind she's still just a kid.

So if I ever expressed anything less. Than the absolute purity of young love I apologise. In every tear that I cry And I hope that she sees them from above.

Over the high roof hangs black clouds as proof That from a shoot has grown a stalk. And still to this day, the rain washes away The many people she drew in chalk.

The Shadows grew of a friend I once knew Across fresh drawings in tarmac. We were kids of the block, and I take stock In remembering things from that far back.

On your doorstep I'd say “Can you come out and play?” With hopes of drawing people on concrete. You'd always say “yes” and in me you'd confess The trouble with us having to be discreet.

We played where we liked. On pitch or on bike. Until the street lights came on and grew cold. We were just two, me and you, But you were denied the chance to grow old.

I still remember the clothes that your dear mum chose So you'd be easy to spot in a crowd. And I'm sure she still sees. Your face and grazed knees From the fun that she never allowed.

Over the high roof hung black clouds as proof That from a shoot would grow a stalk. And later that day, the rain washed away The many people you drew in chalk.

We Will Become Silhouettes

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My heart quickly melts When I hear your name But it doesn’t stop And bursts into flame.

You watched it burning Then die at your feet But it catches the gloss With it’s smouldering heat.

A flame wraps up to Your pedestal, high. Turning to face me You want to ask why.

But it’s too late to Try and explain. Just sit back, relax And enjoy this pain.

Soon there’ll be nothing Just embers in silence. Gone will be the days Of hating and violence.

Through the roaring of flames And blackest of smoke I see you sputter In spasms and choke

Until the flames reach The roof of the sky. Soon I can laugh, roast marshmallows and cry.

High and Lonesome

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