Tag Archives: love

Iceland

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Summer’s gone and winter’s come,
No autumn in between.
The cuts and scars you’ve left me with
Now nowhere to be seen:
Enveloped in layers
And layers of lukewarm heat,
But those lovers know, like you know
They simply serve as self-deceit.
Your creeping cold always finds me,
Snaps and slaps my burning skin
So cruel how they lose
So unfair how you win.

Your icy hand holding mine
Chilled kisses on my neck.
You impose on any exposed
Part of me
Leaving my body a shivering wreck.

And I can’t make the cyclone end
I don’t know how it ever begins
So cruel how I lose
So unfair how you win.

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New Shoes

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Funny how shoes are fine in the shop,
funny how later they pinch, and you stop
and think “Why didn’t they do this before?”
New shoes feel nice, on the shop floor.

You don’t dare take them back the next day,
they’re pretty; the agony might go away.
A painful pact with your blistered skin:
“I’m sure that walking will wear them in”.

Then one night they feel just right:
no rubbing no aching, they don’t feel tight,
they’re nothing like the ones you bought;
they’re comfy shoes -who would’ve thought?

Now you hurry down the high street.
Funny how the heels, now part of your feet
stand still at the window of the shoe store.
You don’t love your old shoes anymore.