• Bang! explosions in my head
    that refuse to stop,
    A train has crashed into my beating heart
    and left the old me dead, obliterated.

    Stop! my breathing in the night
    when your not there,
    The silence rings through my ears
    like a broken telephone.

    Drawn together by a painters brush stroke
    a hand movement controls who we are and what we once were,
    Like the undying love of the sea for the land
    our hearts grow together but never die.