The lights that glitter over the sea, The sliver of silver sparkle in the shadows of the waves That lull Then crash and creep Gently upwards, Inwards and outwards An ebb and flow of sky, life and the sea. This is home to me - It is more than just an estuary
There's no peace, Not in this life Defined by body types and whether you have a gap between your thighs Success, written in the curvature of your arse - or chest - Measure me? Be my fucking guest. Do I meet the requirements? Have I passed the test? Too large, Doesn't fit the mould they… Continue reading Measurements
People always leave, Like buses we come and go We move on to the next stop Determined by society. The briefest exchange leaving a mark on us Will we travel to that place again? See the same sights on our travels Or are we destined to finish our route alone empty Maybe we will cross… Continue reading 31
