Flame

My singed wings are proof     of how blind I've been Though maimed I still fly     I hover and wait for my scales shine when     dangerously close But now I can see     you are not the sun

Spare tyre

I could be of use but hardly in a year I could be taken out to gain space for your gear I could be toyed with rolled around with a stick I could lie here waiting   in the dark     riding the bumps       slowly rotting away         wishing I'm in a riot           out in the street             burning

Manhole

How many times do you need to fall face down before walking around that bitch of a ditch? The first time we can consider a mistake but you did it again so I say for your sake It has been too long you ought to have learnt true love, unlike pity can never be earned.

Refrak

Attention, like light though bright and cheery when focused to a dot singes skin easily In the end it bothers even the most patient or makes the recipient take the giver for granted

Recept pro sladké sny

Forcing your way through taffy gets enervating at some point You must know it's quite daffy still you believe there's a point You continue wasting energy precious time and opportunity Just spit out the hard candy and find a new sweet to fancy

Tick-tock

I wonder how you'd feel if I found someone else Perhaps it would just be a passing sense of loss Like spilling cold coffee or missing a tram that goes every 4 minutes.

to move on.

When     walking with you     happens only     when there's a vacancy When     seeing you     is practically     serendipity When     a future with you     is as likely     as winning the lottery It's time

cul de sac

If you must lie again     about meeting your friend for the minutes you spent     were unknowingly lent whatever you have now     simply must end.

2 cents'

Drop the pretense. Stop the nonsense. Get off the fence. Don't be so dense.