A personal blog about all the good, the bad and the indifferent things that happen
Gather around for a tale Filled with lies and deceit Of how little Red Riding hood And the big bad wolf really came to be........ The wolf knew of Red’s plights He had watched from afar And came to the conclusion She was a meal of 5 five stars. He knew she searched for love... Continue Reading →
Standing at your front door knocking, You open it, you smile and we chat, You’re hesitant, but you eventually let me in. We stand in the hall chatting and laughing We take a few steps in You tell me stories and I see the pictures glimpses of your life. You stop, apprehensive again, we take... Continue Reading →
Standing on the other side, matches in one hand, petrol in the other; I'm done.I'm done with being second and third best; I'm done with being taken for granted; I'm done with the lies; I'm done with you. I want this bridge to burn, I want this over, I want you to feel this pain too.... Continue Reading →
I had it all closed, all sealed up and then you came along and it became unstuck. I let you in, and showed you things, My broken parts, you gave me wings. I learn to trust, you helped me heal, You made me realise, what it was to feel. Pandoras box started to creak, I tried... Continue Reading →
Pain in a funny old thing It’s comes in two forms; Firstly there’s a physical pain; this can be quantified; 0 being none and 10 being a blunt rusty saw cutting through flesh while you're awake. For some this pain is pure pleasure, for others it’s shear agony. Either way this type of pain can... Continue Reading →
Oh my darling girl, don’t cry, I know it hurts I know how painful it is to not to feel loved To feel like you’re broken, unloveable and just not enough. You hide it so well behind that beautiful smile But I see behind your eyes All the scars that you have From the heartache... Continue Reading →
You're funny, you're clever, you're beautiful But? There's always a But But you're just a bit too much. I do love you, there's a connection and a chemistry, But? There's always a But But you're just not enough You're my best friend, you know me better than anyone, But? There's always a But, But I... Continue Reading →
Always getting picked last Watching from the sidelines All those happy faces of the people who got picked first Overlooked, invisible and easy to forget Wouldn't it be lovely if, just for once Someone picked me And then one of those happy faces Would be mine
Tales of Grace 