Category: relationship

A Wake At Night

I did you wrong

No other way to say it

No other way to play it

This is our song.

A careless lie

You lingered in the doorway

No words, but this was your way

Of saying goodbye.

Don’t let me go through this alone

Don’t leave me out here on my own.

Tell me who to be and what to say

Just set the rules

I’ll play

Walking through the streets, another stray

Just name your price

I’ll pay.

But you’re not here

Some time now since we’ve spoken

The last bonds being broken

Cutting you clear.

I heard from friends

You almost wrote a letter

Perhaps, when things are better

But until then…

Those little things we need to do

I’m finding harder to get through.

Tell me who to be and what to say

Just set the rules

I’ll play

Walking through the streets, another stray

Just name your price

I’ll pay.

If I gave you the dice

Would you roll twice?

Heart Failure

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My valentine suggested wine

I bought the best champagne

Then after making love we dined

On Chocolate Frangipane.

Why don’t we do this every night?

She cooed after our frolics

So, now we do and that is why

We’re toothless alcoholics.

Decimulled

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I have a friend, Mr Dearden

Statistics say he’s one in ten

Who lives at Number 2-2-3

Look for the house that has a tree.

His job is fixing old machines

Throughout the night, by any means

Days off, he reconditions cars

And meets his mates in select bars.

Devoted uncle, brother, son

He always calls before I’ve rung

To wish me all the very best

Before our family’s even dressed.

We’ve different circles, different pasts

And yet this quaint connection lasts

For out of nowhere he’ll appear

If only once or twice a year.

As for this figure: one in ten

I’ll need to look at it again

For should I know one million men

I could not meet as dear a friend

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Monkey Waiting for a Kiss

I gave my heart to you, my love
One February night
Invoking all that’s up above
I prayed you’d hold it tight.
And after we had made romance
(for that’s what I still call it)
You rose and gave a loving glance
Then made off with my wallet.
The next day you were seen at lunch
With someone I don’t know
But looking back, I have a hunch
It was with your new beau.
I hope the roasted Cornish hen
And champagne went down well
Before they came right up again
And cleared the whole hotel.
According to my Visa bill
You both then saw a play
A great night out is greater still
When you don’t have to pay.
Despite the slight cost overrun
At least I’m not alone
For in your haste to kiss and run
You left behind your phone.
And so, my love, for us it ends
As does your victory lap
For you’ve just texted all your friends
To say you’ve got the clap.

Over, Lord

I bade my love compose an ode

To prove her heart was true

Reciting To Him All Is Owed

She blushed the whole way through

I bade my love prepare a feast

Befitting of her lord

She cooked for me the finest beast

Her dowry would afford

I bade my love take out a boat

And clear the moat of trolls

She caught each one and cut its throat

Then stuck their heads on poles

I bade my love tend to my aches

With liniments and oils

She rid my skin of every flake

And lanced a string of boils

Then comes a time when passions end

When leaves droop with the frost

I bade my love invite her friend

That’s when she said get lost.

Roll, Play

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My love, you’re a Tahitian girl

That dances on the sand

Who charms the breeze with every twirl

And gesture of her hand

My love, you’re absinthe through the veins

Each time my lips are kissed

A cruel elixir bringing pain

Which no man can resist

My love, to me you are a song

Whose chorus fills the air

Inviting men to sing along

Allaying their despair

My love, your powdered skin’s as soft

As petals on a rose

Its luring scent designed to waft

With each layer you expose

Alas! Another’s at your door

I thank you for your art

In truth, our love’s a game, no more

And you have played your part