All I Ever Knew
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Oh hang on - that’s been done but hey What about a song? I could write one of those Something sloppy, something clichéd, Something chockablock full of purple prose Something to put the light back in your eyes Something guaranteed to make you despise Me less than you do, have done, will do It used to be fun but the elusive spark Primeval, urgent rolls in the park Sunday mornings on a sea of passion Bed, Classic FM, coffee, jam and croissant Are things of past, of yore, of history, Your...
I Wrote This Bloody Poem For You
I Wrote This Bloody Poem For You