Shauna McGowan

It’s this simple

Your love is the casket they will bury me in

The light in its place

They say he is an angel

I saw it myself

The light from his eyes,

Dark everywhere else.

He did not ask any questions

Just offered his hand

In curiosity’s place.

Being not the shadow,

But the light that stood in its place.

Hers or your own

She woke with a gentle footstep

And whispered in our ears,

That everything would be okay.

She was the gentlest of touch

So gentle, that often you would not see her,

Just know that her touch was there.

When tears fell, you could not tell

If they were hers or your own.

She spent a lifetime with her heart left open

To make into your home.

It seems

Seems everyone has a broken heart

It seems everyone has broken dreams

Its seems like all the world unravels,

Seems it’s me falling apart at the seams.

It seems like all belief is washed up

Fractured on the beach of broken dreams

It seems everyone’s hearts are broken,

Seems we all fall apart at the seams.

The scale of my success

I compare myself to you

I FAIL

I compare myself to you

I fail some more

I compare myself to you

My fatal FAIL

I compare myself to you

FAIL FAIL FAIL

I COMPARE MYSELF TO YOU

I

will

never

compare

to you

I needed to call someone and I wanted it to be you

I needed to call someone

And I wanted it to be you.

I wanted to pick up the phone

And reach you, my past.

But I don’t have your number

I don’t have your number.

I once had you tell me

All their dirty little secrets

That’s how much we trusted each other.

But now I don’t have your number

I took my body and laid it with yours

And now I trust myself so little

That I don’t have your number.

I needed to call someone

And I wanted it to be you.

Hot boy

There was never a boy so lost in the setting of his own perfected gaze.

Eagles are afraid to die

I look to the clouds

The only sign there is life beyond these isles

They come to tell me stories

Of the landfills in disguise

I often cruise with the sea

As I am trapped here by the sky

I long to fly like an eagle

But even eagles are afraid to die

Original Photograph-Delpho National Geographic Magazine

You

Me

I’m tired

Lets Retire

Pick me

Pay me

A job,

I’m hired.

I’m tired,

I’m tired,

Disown me

You’re fired!

Take my time

Take my life

Use me

And retire