Glottal.

How can you explain a feeling like this?

An ethereal substance of intangible dust like this.

It's a clogging of the heart to the soft palette,

Caused not by a real something.

It's so there that it can be nothing but there,

But yet there is nothing there in reality. 

It is a memory stuck in my throat,

A message in a bottle locked away,

With a sacred master key for my body,

That you will keep with you since I once gave it to you.

May the fourth be with you.

This is possibly a record,
It's been five sets of 30ish,
But I can't deny the correlation,
You are the fuel of the phalanges,
You, with your broken promise
And glittering face of pretense,
Or so it seems to me,
Because I know how you crumbled,
And longed for a faith of your own,
And whispered that it was never real.
But what do I know?
I thought you'd be using just one knee today.
What a difference a threat makes.

Aversion Therapy.

You were choosing aversion to erase me,
Aversion for sexual sin,
You were choosing to disgust your core
In the love that we engaged in.
Because this is the shiny brand new you,
The one from the cliche fish mould,
You were choosing aversion to erase me,
Oh, it's a story of old...

A shiny new resolution,
That my heart is gonna' stick to
(Afterall it's 99% glue):
If you are safe, then I am fine,
If you can smile, then I can breathe.

I'm caught in your memory,
And I count down the moments
While dreading the thought of it,
Simultaneously longing for you,
Hoping we will fall into place;
Here's to grace. Cheers.

An owl said your heart broke,
It tore clean in two,
For the love of your saviour,
So faithful, so true,
I long to believe in
The truth of your face,
Whilst hoping we fall into place;
Here's to grace. Cheers.

I wonder - will you look for me
When you lose your way?

It matters not, my star,
For I've made a shiny new resolution
That my heart is gonna' stick to
(Afterall it's 99% you).

Round 2; Missing Word.

They'll never know the way I know,
Never see you through my eyes.

Green: I hate you.
Blue: I love you.

Single Malt _______ Whiskey

Did you tie it round your legs
And smirk with awkward veneer
Because you can't hold in the loss of love
And the veriest of fear
Is clogging up your arteries
And you couldn't hold your body still
Feeling weak and dusky
Sweet and musky creamy husky -
(Was I right to kill)?


Or is she brand new?


B.x

One more time.

Stab me one more time in the dainty heart,
With stories of a day gone by,
Of his lustful thoughts or wandering hand
In tandem with his midnight eye.
Stab me one more time in the dainty heart,
With the truth behind his mould,
That he climbs into everytime I leave,
How I long to believe that his hands are cold.
Stab me one more time in the dainty heart,
With anecdotes of the air hostess,
How he grazed with more than empty words
Her potent, branded chest.
Stab me one more time in the dainty heart,
With a promise: he was never true,
Tell me: he is fine, you are wasting time,
Girl, he was never in love with you.