We could write a lot of good romanceLoving the days and good mornings,Trust and care give's it half a chance.We could write lots of good romanceBorrowed time was our circumstanceTrue love found the door opening.We could write lots of...

alternating feelings collide in my skullshifting in the elements I vowto leave a storm to brewfaithful suitor of the darkmy lungs full of whisperstalking on the winds a specterwarded guard gossiping on the ethermy dreams spin, and my love...

Post-depression mornings are often so torrid.Many indeed are quite nasty and horrid.You struggle some mornings to get out of bed,So you lie there and suffer and wish you were dead.But somewhere inside does a neurone ignite:"Get up, you idiot,...

melancholy dreams on a sorrowful dayseeding my mind with sadnessa dash of loneliness, a happy look on my faceit's the best I can managesordid little detail... happinesswhen it can be erased in an instantlingering in the shadows, of the...