three lines

like scattered ink

on a tattered script

they reminisce

scourge

words, write or wrong.

i have learnt my lesson/
i have, before, spoken too much/
and said too little/

i have learnt my lesson/
i have, before, said too much/
and meant so little/


i have learnt my lesson/

all the things i mean to say/
i write them down in a letter/
and tear it down/

if i still feel the need/
to put together/
those torn down words/
i write another/

if not, i look at the torn letter/
and say/
never again. never/

i have learnt my lesson/

this is an honest away/
the only way/
to know for sure/

that every word/
i commit to by proclaiming/
i mean/

and every word/
that i would never utter/
to them/
i was equally committed too/

celebration

you feel like christmas
and the colourful lights
wrapped around the evergreen tree

you feel like christmas
and the gentle flakes of snow
falling drifting from the sky

you feel like christmas
and the comforting fireplace
home to the ambers as they glow

you feel like christmas
and like the joy and happiness
the laughter and the warmth

you are christmas

for me you are

the one that i celebrate everday

you are christmas

the one that makes me want to
celebrate being me everyday

crust

letting go

You and I will always be enough /

Always remember how we can still make /

Rest of the world /

Dissolve into oblivion /

Around us /