I am calling you
Come my way
But it’s just the same
The Sun is playing on the leaves of the tree
Because darkness is coming again
The end of Summer
I feel it
Pulling away
Come back
I’m not done yet
But the Winter will be walking in soon
The ending means I’m alone again
Going into Winter
I miss the Sun already
I don’t know who would heed my call
Out into the darkness past my self
It always feels like there’s something out there
Something that’s not me
Maybe I romanced it
The something
My luck it’s probably sinister
Not something to call to
Maybe I should actually be screaming
Oh how things echo out
And back
If I tell the something I deserve better
I deserve a love story
Will it grin or nod?
I do
Stubbornly
Gritting my teeth because every fibre of my being cries out again me standing up for myself
There should be someone there
This solitude
Getting drunk on my own
Look I completed another thing
No one to share it with
I’d give love if I could
To anyone who would take it
But they don’t
They should
But, what, I’ll hate the world because my brand of love is unwanted?
Dangling on a string
A homeless heart
I absolutely want to make it out alive
I wish I could sing
For real
For someone
I feel like a siren with no one to entrance
Won’t someone hear my call?
Love is all I have
You can have it if you’re kind
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