Words . . .

I say words. They should be lyrics. Are they poems? They might not even be good. Whatever they are they have been borne of frustration, of elation, desire, love, hate, and everything in between. See what you think, maybe one day they will blossom into songs, coupled with glorious music to show off their lyrical genius, or maybe they’ll be put back into the drawer and forgotten about. Have a read, and remember, should you want to steal them (why?) you can’t (or rather shouldn’t) as they’re all copyright protected. Well, you can’t be too careful these days can you?