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Saturday 11 March 2017

Patchwork

Patchwork is the love in which we lie
Darned together with hope... fantasy and lies 
It's tactile fabric... of dream-hues, makes me cry
Patchwork... is the love in which we lie

© Debbie Razey 2017


Where Words Should Be

tears fall...
where words should be
festering in my throat
too scared of my thoughts... to flow free 
...ink bleed!   

© Debbie Razey 2017




You...

I wish it hadn't have been you 
that I gave my love to 
as we sat on your bike 
and we drank in the view
When my hand slipped into yours
I was so sure... that I knew 
Oh, how I wish it hadn't have been you 
That I gave my love to...

I wish it hadn't have been you 
that I gave my love to 
as my innocent heart 
you broke... knowingly in two 
All the words we exchanged  
I believed them be true 
Oh, how I wish it hadn't have been you 
That I gave my love to...

I wish it hadn't have been you 
that I gave my love to 
as the years haven't jaded
my naive dreams for us two
I'm still... dangling in turmoil 
tortured by memories of you
Oh, how I wish it hadn't have been you 
That I gave my love to...

© Debbie Razey 2017