We’re such troopers!

“It takes more courage to examine the dark corners of your own soul than it does for a soldier to fight on a battlefield.” – W. B. Yeats


I want to love this man

I worship you
and I fear
how the blue light on your skin
makes me forget the pain I’ve seen

It’s too good to be true
this just can’t be you
you’re honey for my mind
of that sweet, overwhelming kind

who are you
fire, bright reflection?
oh how beautiful I feel
in the flaws of your perfection

letting go and I start to flow
mesmerised, electrified
giving in to the beauty
that is to watch you loving me

like twins in another place
who locked eyes and saw the same face
they were one before they were two
but finally forgot who was who

can I live up to your expectations
or, erm, do I really want to?
first I’m me, then I’m a woman
the one who gets to see that shall be my true man

my heart needs the space
to put you in its place
so I can love you truthfully

this is my bedtime prayer
in a scared whisper, I beg you
God teach us how to dance together
and show me how to love this man forever

your skin

My love is between the space
of what you see as real
my heart touches yours
in a silent ordeal
it’s painful to exist
on the outside of your skin
…if you only knew
would you ever let me in?


here we go again

To be or not to be
adrenaline pumps my heart
excited for the adventure
that’ll propel me far
my soul watches
floating amongst the clouds
my mind asks
is it really worth the ride?


shelf love

Darkness is in the critic
that finds flaws in my love
perfecting it and shaping it
to sell me as tough
I’m not on discount
although I play myself to be
maybe that’s why my love fails
my smile comes with the package
seducing you away
it’s the way I found to say
unwrap me lover boy
and grab me real tight
make me your new story
of endless love and light
I may be a dreamer
a sucker for fantasy
knocked down by pain
I am humble and insane
lucky day for you
you just found the best of me
little do you know
that you’re buying gold for free



I want you to be mine
only mine
but it takes two to dance tango
and with you and me
we’re already three
as half of me
wants to own you
and the other half
wants to be free


the ashes of my tears

you opened up for me
told me there’s another ‘she’
and now your heart is cold
   for me
and where the cold wind blows
our love has been mistaken
for the cheap street bargain
that no one has taken
nowhere to run
we break apart together
I’m happier today
even though yesterday I was better
and so it goes
this is how true love unfolds
between the ashes of my tears
and the sweetness of your heart
my dear