Untitled You have made reconsider My fear of dying old Now it’s easier to come to terms With these things This toxic logic Where self-esteem and tears Vanish into dust. I went on the run with her Not thinking about religion, I want to be with my love forever, Somewhere near the Wexford border.
Am I? Am I who you want me to be? Because when I look at you You look through me. Am I really how you view me? Because when I ask a question You lie to me. Am I a friend or foe? Because when I make a joke You laugh at and not
Barbed Wire Bones Frail and pale her thin body hunched over a bathroom scale, crying She looks up to the mirror and can see that she is dying Still not good enough Cold bathroom tile is met by her small feet, and as it does her heart skips a beat Heart failure is very
With an Empty Heart Big black coffin, nice black shoes He lay in one house, under our roof Eyes closed, heart not beating Another life suddenly defeated 6 years old staring, then unaware life could end Sun turns to moon, light goes to dark Standing there with an empty heart Ali Flannery
After the Rain Behind her mask of smiles and laughs, Lies a little girl scared of letting time pass. Scared of the future and where she’ll go, Not allowing herself to love and grow. How can you be happy when the future is unknown. So uncertain, So scary, Who knows where it will go.