Masseuse

5Tiring hands
Soothing
Tired hands
Mind
Miles away
On a song
Keep going
be strong
Journey
One day
May be
Not so long
You may find
Destiny
In your soothing
Tiring hands

All in one basket…and broken

Love, trust and belonging
Can not help you for longing
all or nothing is the equation
win or lose is the situation
no middle ground is known
mercy is never never shown
That last single step was wrong
else was perfect, heart strong
Can’t keep it like this for long
giving life away for a song
if it is love why such rules
you take me for a simpleton, fool
each conversation is an exam
throwing toys out of the pram
You do as you deem fit
all is broken, I admit