pigeons in the bus station
strutting along with their tiny heads
springing forward and back
reminding me of our last night together
in Bristol where character and sincerity
distracted me from your devilish methods
of torturous abuse disguised in the name of love
scraping the last pieces of kind residue from the
crevices of my heart, which you smoked like the last
gram of resin on the planet earth, because you needed…
needed, absolutely needed one last hit. you win.
i want to wake up looking at you.
i want to wake up loving what i do.
i want to wake up looking forward to,
every moment that i spend with you.
i want to fall asleep staring at you.
i want to fall asleep loving you.
i want to fall asleep … with you,
cherishing every moment with you.