Molly Scuthers The bluebell's peak out of the soil, To scorn the low morals of the calendar girl, And whence she does pass all heels and scabs, The undergrowth dunnocks do boo and mock stab, Her heroin shamed walk that she undertakes, Offends the sky's haze as red tones are raked.
Loveanxiety Parked by the roadside, Jack Frost has no mercy. Black sky replaced with a lilac hue curtsy. Your Motown is damaging, i'll baton down my hatches. Internal din wails and it screeches and scratches. And there by the roadside, there by the roadside i'm crying. Halcyon days, felt like I was flying. There by the roadside, can't see me existing tomorrow, existing tomorrow.