is it wrong that i might find a love in a boy and choose to lie to him,
but simply whisper it your way

window nets flirting with a new beginning of possibility sailing through the air which makes the nights grow into a set of glowing days ...ill remember you in all your little ways now that im wearing a new costume to dip my feet in todays accidents with and not to tread through fields in shoes which fail to fit a smile of fake, try to find a day in which your tears choose not to wake...


a bit like that

i thought i saw a man last night he was standing by a bridge
he'd left behind a tabacco pipe, and a cap caught in a wardrobe hinge.
he'd be but only a poor lad, and dancing to a smile he heard
the man stopped waving and grew wings stretching as a bird.

i thought i saw a man last night he was standing by a bridge

though maybe there was no man at all nor no standing bridge.

for gugs x

im off to hurry love,

first bus tomorrow...sit by me in my cheap seat to the smoke

wait for me by the bridge ive never seen

shout from a window i'll never see

wear good walking shoes and no eyes on your back

turn once more and then we'll never look back

youll be the one im thinking of ____________unfinished


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