The real truth is this We do love but do not like And so we do hurt
If love is so good Why does everything I do Make our lives so bad?
Que pasa, guapa? The girl smiles and turns away But she will turn back
A birthday dinner It seems so inadequate For what she gives me
In all of these years I have hardly ever had A single kind word
We just fight too much We talked about this today We agreed on that
She is a good woman We are just so different That is all it is
Matthew Street weekend Liverpool echoes their words Love is all you need
Such a plastic world Funny money, phoney wars Fake news, fickle love False love
The lowering gloom Of evening light suits her well She looks beautiful
Into each life a little rain must fall We welcome it and yet shelter from it As though this, the… Read more Into Each Life
What I should have said Every day my son has lived Is that I love him
I spoke with my son Said things that I should have said When he was a boy
I am mildly drunk My son has kissed me goodbye I love him so much
She shows me each day The person I ought to be As good as she is
Carelessly ignored Thoughtlessly sent home, but worse I am all she has
I can do the silent treatment. I can do not talking. I could not talk you to death. I could… Read more The Silent Treatment
The beautiful sun Warm and bright shining like love Like love it can burn.
In the family And the warmth of their embrace We find truest love.
The woman is gone Moist lips, soft skin, sweet perfume I can still taste her.