I'm just not feeling it babe
the way I should,
you just ain't loving me
the way I would
and I would've been kinder
but you destroyed
the part of me that would mind,
I would have held you tighter
but I'm tired of being left behind.
I've let you pierce my heart
and anticipated the bleeding,
but the brightness
of my heart is receding,
and it's all because of you,
and all the things you don't do.

.
I would love to see you
pretty at the Summer Fayre,
a twinkle in your dark eyes,
and flowers in your hair.

Arm in arm we would wander
to see the delights and share
moments of wonder together,
pretty at the Summer Fayre.

We'd visit the Gypsy fortune teller
to learn what secrets lay there,
take our fill of games and stalls,
pretty at the Summer Fayre.

And dance we shall tonight,
unrestrained, with never a care.
Its there I'll fall in love with you,
pretty at the Summer Fayre.

I'll take you off to my home,
to the forest if you dare.
My carefree, captivating, Lady Leaf,
pretty at the Summer Fayre.

We will dance on into the night,
lovers loving, so that I can swear,
I've never seen you so beautiful,
pretty at the Summer Fayre.


© Pagan Paul (12/11/16)

I think I'm going to do it
I'm going off to mars
It's time that I barade this place
And settle with the stars

I think that I would like a space
Where no ones ever stepped before
No damage made from yesterdays
Without a debt to score

I'm bored of all the interactions
Shaped by culture of the times
There'll be not small talk of weather
Politics not argued if never defined

Maybe I'll learn from what I observe
Instead of reading from a screen
I'll void the need to work with speed
With much more time to dream

No one out there to hurt the heart
With words that cut like knives
The constant fear, simply not there
To stop the living from their lives

The silence will be comfort
Where Chaos dissipates
Is mars a mission for mankind
Or a place sought for escape

as my burned tongue sipping
cup of chai from overrated coffee chain
blown steamy spices
through inches of my wrecked
choked veins drowning in
blood.

the fall night air
makes it too cold and
heavy to breath in
people talking sounds
so foreign to this brain
strangers.

all clothed with
darkness
on them
skin ain't feel so
naked as before
i cannot sense you
warmth.