Peel off nothing to reveal buried depths If depth is sound then I am layered by the decade For Doors see sixties rock For Blur see you inside. ©2017 Andrew Watkins
Still talking The bus journey still ringing in my ears we meet kiss and say hello and then the glow fades to yellow and blue as we move inside and while the others are laughing we cry. I don’t know why. We cry for those left outside perhaps in the rain. We cry for theContinue reading “Songwrite 3”
As I recall you weren’t there So how could you know? how could you bend so low and be so shallow as to say you couldn’t care if I live or die or go anywhere?
The only person I have felt something deep for in my adult life was seen a part of the ‘problem’, not the ‘cure’.The same person made me feel loved. The same person made me feel wanted, and amongst other things, useful, intelligent, creative, friendly. But you wouldn’t take him home to meet your mother (althoughContinue reading “Juxtapose this…”
I take one step forward you take two steps back. We hold onto each other like we believe the other knows the steps and will take us where we want to go. In reality I am not sure who is leading who and we don’t even seem to be doing the same dance. Your beatContinue reading “Tired”