Sonnet 2

Sonnet 2

I am writing because I want you to know me,

because I never knew me before.

Let’s sleep at the corner of Street Soft-Sonnet,

the blues are whisp’rin behind your door.

I want to smile coming home from long days at work,

bus turning down Washington Parade.

I used to laugh on the phone, can’t cry anymore,

head knockin’ ‘gainst the window, it’s keeping me awake.

But there’s a coffee jar of bluebells growing,

that mean something different to me now.

There’s ladybirds in the garden,

my head’s no longer in the clouds.

Got no-one around to make me feel like a burden,

and I’m cutting down straws to fit small mugs of bourbon.