Christchurch

he took my hand one day and told me
he was leaving
me disbelieving
and i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i
had to let him go.

her name was christchurch, christchurch
and she took his heart away from mine.
her name was christchurch, christchurch
she had poisoned his sweet mind

- with a little adjustment from me, but the original is Paloma Faith's New York. Sorry for not saying earlier! I only wish I could write like her (Lu, i completely and utterly recommend her music)

stargazer, heartbreaker... don't disappear

to find someone you actually love, who'll love you... the chances are always miniscule.



...
i don't think true love exists at all.

sail away on teary seas
tattoo the times we had
for my memories.

(untitled)

Torturing myself seemed the only way
but what hurt the most was your indifference.
I wondered if anything meant anything
and now I've realised that it all means nothing.

Actions are louder than words.

You'll do the things that you're required of
and invest in so much of your time.
I know the adage is the other way around
but sometimes I wish that your words
would be as loud as the actions that you do.
I thought I made peace with that once
but it seems that it has come back to haunt.
For I live in constant fear that one day
I'll have done too much for forgiveness
and despite the many words that I'll say,
the balance of the scales will tip irreversibly
the other way.

The happiness eater

I'd like to spit on your happiness and joy
for I wish to turn that curve the other way.
The day will come when you are no longer
a child of Sunday and full of blithely goodness
with a reason to have that ridiculous smile.
Until Wednesday comes along with a claim
I shall sit and wait for that day to leave me.