Sweet Like A Wound In Your Mouth

every day was a Sunday,
another sack of dirt /a gloomy meal deal /
pregant mothers smoking /and the mirrors on the ceiling
reminded me / of what i was hating/
I know this place by heart /
You removed the mirrors
now I want to approach you /reach for your lips
give something you'll never forget /
Your breath will be smokey and hazy
Like a damp jungle/ and I'm dizzy
But still.../
I'm here with you
Your unconquerable soul /
Come here hold my hand/
I'll take any story in which suffering has a meaning
Mine does /
And suffering is sweet like a wound in your mouth /
And the rollers in your hair remind me of my Nan

THE SNOW

the snow kept coming
crushing everything
pushing me down
and down again

brought eveyrthing to a halt
my life on pause
or rewind
i dont even know

it was a barren land
a single lightbulb
it was a dancefloor with no one on it
it was a guitar collecting dust

then it stopped
traffic moved
i could feel again
my toes wriggled

birds came to play
my heart felt full
i had the courage to ask
and she said yes