I never realised it wasn’t a game Until she whispered I had won Scars run deep from the battles lost Scenes destroyed with what we’d done We both knew this day was near We both knew we’d end up broken As we held our voices in our throats The pressure tripped an explosion The burgeoning empire we destroyed This battlefield created desolation Back where the grass grew green Before an eruption tore more than relations Now wars past and the cities rebuilt Look at all we have to show for Infrastructure and chiselled memories Of a time when we once went to war
Do you have a favourite colour?
I have several, or none, I discovered
Red, is the love, the passion I hold
A hopeless romantic in everything I wrote
With a slight hint of danger integrated
Or could it purely be football related?
White, is the hope I don’t rely on much
I’m not the purest of souls to judge
I’m not sure what makes it a favourite
Maybe it’s half the colours of my nation?
Black, represents that darkness I lived
That hardship, I was forced to exist in
The death of innocence, the power attained
Or maybe the points in snooker relate?
I don’t really have a colour preference
But I have tricolour that I love to reference
We lie undercovers And hope the truth isn’t uncovered Whilst we agree over the scent of fresh sheets Your fiancé would be shocked to see You dirty these bed sheets with me My girlfriend would scream and shriek If she saw you with me, Let me send this text, Then I’ll get back to pleasing you right Before you look up at the spark in my eye Tease me baby, stroke my ego Enough to break her heart with a lethal dose We love them both, but lust controls Were suffocated, but you love to choke Choke you out, throw you around Hold it in your mouth then I’ll throw you out Kiss me, goodbye, kiss them, Hi Back to the reality of a normal life Trying to shrug of the guilt of last night Who does the cuckold life satisfy?
Thoughts circling my mind The only colour on this page is white The grass is always greener My side has a grey and black demeanour I guess that’s why they call it the blues Nobody I knew was born with a silver spoon Golden opportunities aren’t handed to you Trapped in the red what are you going to do? With bank accounts emptied, green with envy Caught red handed we don’t seem as friendly You can keep on your rose tinted spectacles Tickle yourself pink, at this working spectacle This is a work in progress, save your protests Judge me on the blue ink when my pen rests Because our true colours, you can never compete with We see red, we tell white lies, and we aren’t complete So let me bring the colour to a grey area We’re black sheep and you’re not fair on us
There’s a thief who lives inside of me He used to try and get a bike for free Now he’s out stealing all my dreams He wasn’t interested in stealing your heart So, put it all on me, for tearing us apart But he stole all the time, I allowed to pass He never wanted an ounce of my time But he took the passion out of the rhyme And made it a little more difficult to write He stuck his fingers into my pocket Helped himself to my self-esteem and lost it As I silently swore my revenge upon him There’s a thief who lives in side of me Who took everything I aspire to be But losing everything, inspired me
We could be living together the girl next door, could have been mine if we weren’t living apart if miles never kept us stretched so wide but if true love conquers all why did we lose the fight? The distance in between stretched you from my heart we dreamed a dream of schemes but the love in the letters, wouldn’t last if it wasn’t for the houses in between we could have built that house of ours
If one kiss could take us back As the stage we play, fades to black If we could stop the clock, defy the physics Would we pause and rethink those decisions? Would we listen, would we open our minds Open our hearts and attain more from life? Or would we stick by those regrets we made As we sit under clouds, and let it rain Would we change a thing, if we could repeat it? Or are we foolish enough to reiterate it If we were given a chance to correct our past Would we prove we were just like us from the start?