Lorraine

LORRAINE

I know that you've known nothing like this pain
And nothing brings you pleasure any more.
The world would be a lesser place Lorraine.

It seems as though all hope went down the drain,
You've taken to just lying on the floor.
I know that you've known nothing like this pain.

I never thought you were one to complain,
But even though each movement feels a chore,
The world would be a lesser place Lorraine.

The way you feel is too hard to explain,
This earth just seemed a simpler place before.
I know that you've known nothing like this pain.

Happiness isn't something you can feign,
But even though you feel you've lost the war,
The world would be a lesser place Lorraine.

And though your valiant effort's been in vain,
I'm begging, put the gun back in the drawer;
I know that you've known nothing like this pain,
But this world would be a lesser place, Lorraine.

Wanted

So I took what I wrote last night, and used it to help me find my words. So.. ta da, my latest poem. Obviously I'm not planning on putting an ad of this nature in the next issue of the Herts and Essex Observer, I just wrote what came at the time.



WANTED

I'm looking for a killer,
A murderer of sorts,
Anyone who's interested
In the most dangerous of sports.

Your dream is to kill someone,
And I just want to die.
We'd be a match made in the afterlife,
Your twisted self and I.

Don't prey on someone innocent,
There's a willing soul right here.
And no, it's not a hoax advert,
I've never been quite so sincere.

I don't mind how you do it,
The choice is yours to make,
Just make sure my life will end
I don't care how long you take.

So pave my route to heaven,
And steer your way to hell.
The sinful secret dies with you
For I shall never tell.

So please, drop me an email,
My address - listed below,
The time has come to live your dream
And it's my time to go.