We were destined to meet whether you like it or not; but what you do with us now is entirely up to you. I have laid myself bare, my limitations and my overt desire for you are on the table. Are you gonna flip it like you normally do? Or are you gonna try and pull the tablecloth off again? I hope not because you are shit at it! And the crockery savings pot is ebbing away by the day
My ancestors laid lines! Lines!
But they were off course and missed the boat. Granddad always missed the boat, mainly cos of the pretty girl standing next to him at the ticket office! Little Casinova that he was!
The boat set sail from the port for the 20th time, but again, we missed each other…
Then there was war, I woke up determined to walk a million miles to your roots, but when I pulled the curtains back I saw the horror, the little girl from next door was; well she was…in pieces and her hand was lying on my doorstep when I opened the door to leave!
I couldn’t leave then could I? Her tiny hand was just lying there on the ground
But I’m ready now; I’m ready for everything and nothing. I’m not scared anymore…
Why are you?