Thursday 23 October 2014

Counterfeit Love



Don't give me no counterfeit love for it's not love at all,
it boosts you up and whirls you about, just to let you fall.

It's limited, conditional, always putting itself first,
it's empty, it's dry, never satisfying the thirst.

It looks good, but doesn't feel right as it has no depth.
It poses well, but when tried on, is just a once-used shell.

It yells, it screams, drawing all attention to itself.
It draws out desires and feelings of another just to dump them on a forgotten shelf.

Unstable like Jenga, shifting with the wind,
It points fingers, avoiding blame, leaves you sitting in a puddle of shame.







Tuesday 21 October 2014

A Plug for Tropicana Part 2



It's not JUST a bird feeder.......................