Mourning Thoughts Every now and then I remember us, you, the feeling I had for those few weeks that was so wrong, but so inevitably there. I wonder what you're doing now, whether you are feeling the same, do you even remember my face or have you blocked it out with alcohol and others. I tried that, it didn't work. I don't want you to tell me you love me. I just want to hear your voice and see your face, so maybe, just for a second I could feel young again

Look Up Look up to the sky my son, The fluid passage of the days and wonder what is beyond those colours, those stars. What do we know standing here looking up at the heavens. Let the sky be your companion, your mysterious guide. Because whatever and wherever you go. You know to look up, and you'll always feel something looking back, telling you it's okay.

Hurt One day love perhaps we'll meet again. And the feelings we had will soar in our guts. We'll dance and laugh and I'll touch your angel lips. With mine. But perhaps we'll never meet again, perhaps our time is passed. An opportunity given to us to seize with both out hearts that we fucked up time and time again. Perhaps this hurt is a scar to remain. To remind me that love always leads to pain.