Poetry and Prose

1.
The words that I write
Are wishes set free
And emotions to feel
If you know how to see

But you're missing the point
Of this poetry

It's all about you
Not about me

Put down your guard, dear

give up on the night.

Lay down your daggers

I'm not here to fight.

Come out of the shadows,

step into the sun.

I'm not here to justify,

or excuse what's been done

And i don't need to remind you

of the times and the days

I'm not trying to convince you

of a change in my ways

You know me too well, dear -

there's nothing to hide

There's no crown of thorns here . . .

it's been crucified

The deal has gone down

on this gamblers game

The candle burnt out,

and i'm not mourning the flame

And i'm not looking to blame you

for the tears that i've cried

I just want you to know, dear

My love never died

There's nothing to say

and no-one to blame

It's strange how things change

when the feelings remain

And sparks become flames

as each joy turns to pain

The stakes are the same

But I'm leaving the game