Friday, 21 October 2011

Same Old


With One word or
One look, it’s over.
When just before I was about ready
To stand up and shout
Out about this crazy little thing called ‘Swoon’.
But with you I’ve learnt how quick
Instant really is. That tone of voice
 Or your head
In those hands makes me cough
Up that lump in my throat for
A little bit of attention,
That stuff that made me ‘Smitten’.
So when the change comes,
As it has come before, the mood is more
Suited to those willing to fight for the
Sake of it,
 When I’d rather scream for the love of it.

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