Why did you wipe out
The dreams,
I had engraved in stone,
And wrote �RIP you�re not alone�.
For here lies the body,
The soul and spirit,
Of me, my life and everything in it.
Is this all I am, a mound of dust?
Have you forgotten the years of lust?
Of love and tears,
Always having to shout
To be understood,
Well now this heart of wood,
Is my coffin and prison.
No-one will be coming to visit
THE BUTTERFLY
I sit contained within the same 4 walls
And observe as the world goes by,
and watch and wait til dusk falls,
seeing life go on without me.
Is it because I have little confidence
that I stay by your side?
Look into the mirror, do you see,
the person that you you made me?
Are you waiting for me to come home
Your pretty maiden fair?
But I am changing and now you're alone,
so its your turn to sit and stare;
at the pictures and memories
of where you went wrong,
but dont sit and wait for too long.
because I wont be coming back.
