Stories

Tiring self-crusade
Against someone else
Under the skin
With a dreamy mind
Of an elusive child
All they say matters
None of it really does
Waiting to break free
Like buried history.
And did I ever tell you?
I have stories worth years
If only you had the time.
I know well it once went wrong
Started with the one boring
Kept repeating my favourites
They had all the I-s, not the us.
Blame it on my inexperience
Never told before, I speak less.

Break-ups

We have been here before
Year after year, over and over
Perhaps it was my pride
That things will work out
But any way I walk, any turn I take
We’ll only fall apart.
And no one’s ever right
Neither you nor me
The sea and the sky never meet.
I know I’ve been foolish each time
You wanted to step out
And I held you back.
It’s time to return nowhere.
I know it’s late, it’s all on me
And nothing can make up to it.
I’ll carry the cross the same way
I’ve been carrying hope all the time.