Soul Searching 2

And so,
as he lay in his bed,
mind misting over and
he kept turning over
and body shaking,
muscles firing and
sweat perspiring.
At 3am
the bed sheets are still clinging,
stomache crunching thoughts
are still ringing. So loud,
and his eyes are red round.
It always starts and ends the same.
And he never wants to forget
how he feels right now.
He wakes, refreshed.

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Lips

Heating up
and heating up,
until we run like water
you and me.
Clear for all to see, we
wash each other until we
duck for cover.
Your lips can be
just an inch away
a taste away, yet
there are oceans between us –
where are you going to sail me?

Growing

This tightness in my shoulder,
is getter worse now I’m older.
Guitar strings pluck over the joint
and I can’t take this pain anymore,
now I’m not insane anymore.
I can’t quite see the point
as clearly as I used to.

You loose that invincable feeling,
you hit an invisible ceiling
as the rings mount up.
Like a tree grows though,
have to realise,
nobody cares about me but me.
And the ones that care
can share in the glory.