Camila Vol. 2

Wedding toast

It’s in the dreams that I make all my own,
The poison I drink everyday and don’t show,
The silence I scribble in pages between,
All to preserve your perceptions of me.

It’s in the wedding you’ll never attend,
The invitations that I’ll never send.
My pleading and agony all to no end,
Pathos and tragedy – my eternal friends.

The Woods

The woods have wronged me once again,
They haven’t kept their promise.
Twice have they now let me down,
I’m rotting if I’m honest.

They swore to keep me nice and safe,
And at first they did.
I’ve grown to love them more than life,
When I was just a kid.

One rainy day it all went black,
I laid against my will.
But I forgave and I forgot,
Although it pains me still.

I’ve grown to trust them once again,
The trees flew by, how could I not?
Reclaimed them with my lover’s hand,
And now I grieve her loss.

The woods have wronged me once again,
Left my heart sore and haunted,
I’m hoping I’ll be fine one day,
Camila was all I wanted.

Train station

Walk you to the station
My chest pounding loud
Our smallest of glances
So sacred somehow
A brief conversation
Beath hitches in doubt
A kiss on the cheek
Slight twitch of the mouth
One foot on the platform
A slip off the tracks
My soul hers to take
And hers to unpack