I want to be Taylor Swift’s boyfriend – true
I could do better than all her past ones
Hell, if I told her she might agree too!
And we will shine bright like a thousand suns
We’ll be together. Her songs I’ll critique
I’ll be loving, kind generous as can be
Of course it won’t last long – maybe a week
And like the rest she’ll write a song ‘bout me
Sure she will call me a jerk and worthless
But it will be the lucky break I need
Being in her songs will make one famous
It’s an immortality guaranteed.
Will it be worth it being her boyfriend?
People will know me – it will in the end
29th October 2012
An archive of sonnet poetry collating two decades of material written by a nutter.
Monday, October 29, 2012
Monday, October 22, 2012
I will be your Romeo
Tell you what: I will be your Romeo
I will be your man: handsome. Brave and bold
Bound by the heart, hand in hand we will go
To the greatest love story ever told:
On the first day we’ll attract instantly
Forget about previous loves: We’re done
And on the second day we will marry
Just met but apparently you’re the one
You will smile and go along with it all
I could be a nutter but heart says no
With generations of hate we’ve got gall
Over. But give it time and it will blow
We’ll die but at least we’ll live forever
It’ll still be the greatest love ever
22nd October 2012
I will be your man: handsome. Brave and bold
Bound by the heart, hand in hand we will go
To the greatest love story ever told:
On the first day we’ll attract instantly
Forget about previous loves: We’re done
And on the second day we will marry
Just met but apparently you’re the one
You will smile and go along with it all
I could be a nutter but heart says no
With generations of hate we’ve got gall
Over. But give it time and it will blow
We’ll die but at least we’ll live forever
It’ll still be the greatest love ever
22nd October 2012
Monday, October 15, 2012
Addict
Same need. Same plan. Same thoughts of temptation
Same pause. Same doubt. Same fear of a presage
Same conflicting thoughts. Same hesitation
Same mobile number. Same text message
Same lies spoken. Same route and roads plotted
Same promise that this will be the last time
Same paranoia of getting spotted
Same street. Same driveway. Same house. Same door chime
Same amount of dollars. Same sense of touch
Same rush of sensation. Same ecstasy
Same assurance it was wanted so much
Same pain resonating in the belly
Leaving feeling empty, unhappy, weak
And knowing he’ll be back again next week
15th October 2012
Same pause. Same doubt. Same fear of a presage
Same conflicting thoughts. Same hesitation
Same mobile number. Same text message
Same lies spoken. Same route and roads plotted
Same promise that this will be the last time
Same paranoia of getting spotted
Same street. Same driveway. Same house. Same door chime
Same amount of dollars. Same sense of touch
Same rush of sensation. Same ecstasy
Same assurance it was wanted so much
Same pain resonating in the belly
Leaving feeling empty, unhappy, weak
And knowing he’ll be back again next week
15th October 2012
Monday, October 8, 2012
When you were mine
I remember those days spent together
Hand in hand watching a summer set
Laughing at jokes that weren’t really clever
Singing to my ipod as a duet
In a flash restaurant sharing dinner
Sitting on the water front with ice cream
Competing on Xbox to be winner
Gazing into each other’s eyes agleam
I remember those days spent together
When you said that: Yes you’ll be my girlfriend
When you said you’ll be my friend forever
Building a bond only we comprehend
But you say that none of this happened – ever
But to me it all should have – not never
8th October 2012
Hand in hand watching a summer set
Laughing at jokes that weren’t really clever
Singing to my ipod as a duet
In a flash restaurant sharing dinner
Sitting on the water front with ice cream
Competing on Xbox to be winner
Gazing into each other’s eyes agleam
I remember those days spent together
When you said that: Yes you’ll be my girlfriend
When you said you’ll be my friend forever
Building a bond only we comprehend
But you say that none of this happened – ever
But to me it all should have – not never
8th October 2012
Monday, October 1, 2012
The wife left behind
Locked away, from the world, in a sleep
Dreams of when the ring was on the finger
Along with the memories that linger
For they’ve taken root in the soul so deep
Thoughts of the one who’s waiting a return
But the hopes of one are looking slimmer
And the love that once stood strong grows dimmer
A soul without its mate: cause for concern
Thoughts of the tenderness that was once there
Understanding between one another
How nobody else could know each other
No sense to turn away from that so rare
The sleep continues, the dreams here to stay
And he will see her face again some day
1st October 2012
Dreams of when the ring was on the finger
Along with the memories that linger
For they’ve taken root in the soul so deep
Thoughts of the one who’s waiting a return
But the hopes of one are looking slimmer
And the love that once stood strong grows dimmer
A soul without its mate: cause for concern
Thoughts of the tenderness that was once there
Understanding between one another
How nobody else could know each other
No sense to turn away from that so rare
The sleep continues, the dreams here to stay
And he will see her face again some day
1st October 2012
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