waves hit the shoreline

Let the waves hit the shorelineUnder the setting sunFor I know our last dayIn paradise is done. The pier is still standingA ghostly timber in it’s planksNo-one walks along itand it is sinking into the sands Once stood so proudly,As the birds upon it did,Singing rhythmically and loudly,Now stay far from it, I see the

Second hand lover

Second hand lover, with the face of another, wearing a warning grin,Second hand lover, with the face of another, living in sin,All she wanted was a cheap thrill,And how I longed to fit that bill,But she’s a second hand lover and I love her still, That face I see, I’d seen beforeBack In a classroom,