Your myth

your myth
created
puzzled
the pieces
laid out
by you
the parts
that I am
left
projected
right
in your brain
affected
mixed up
defected
are expected
to sustain

You need hands

You need hands to hold someone you care for
You need hands to show that you’re sincere
When you fear nobody wants to know you
You need hands to brush away the tears

When you hold the brand new baby
You need tender hands to guide them on their way
You need hands to thank the Lord for living
And forgiving us this day

You need hands to show the world you’re happy
And you need hands when you have to stop the bus
But the hands we love so dear
Are the hands we love to hear

Are the hands that You give to us
Everybody holds the hands that You give to us
Hold on, I don’t believe it, fantastic, that’s so wonderful

~Malcolm McLarren – Sex Pistols

Sunday morning

early on a sunday morning
w hen everything is dead
I hear the church bells ringing
lying in my bed

alone and lonely
lonely for you
I am by myself
but my heart is here with you

I cannot

I cannot
sleep
without you

I cannot
weep
without you

I cannot
think
without you

I cannot
eat
without you

I cannot
talk
without you

I cannot
walk
without you

I cannot
laugh
without you

I cannot
smile
without you

I cannot
see
without you

I cannot
be
without you

I cannot
live
without you

I can not
but I do

~for JG