Shake of the atrocities of a fucked off mind
these are never the thoughts I seek to find.
All eye’s peering and thinking and blinking
and all I wanna do is a little bit of winking.
Please..show me yours and i’ll show you mine
oh I know, I should wait till i’m drunk on wine!
I’m sorry, I forget the way to talk
and cannot find my thoughts.
If expressive language were a form of communication
then fuck me baby, would cause you elation.
Everything’s changed but the one at the start
and oh god do I know that you are so far.
Thoughts and ideas…take my hand
and show me that I can.
Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.
Karen Hayward ©2015