lunarLast night I got lonely,Cause you weren't there to holdI lay in bed, all freezing,Cause without your arms I'm cold.So I asked the moon politelyTo search for you tonight,The moon smiled kindly back at meAnd said he'd be back by morning light.So off he went in his own special way,Traversing the oceans blueSearching the land and sea and skyAll in aid of you.He came back the next morningTo tell of what he'd found,He came to my bedroom windowShining bright light all around.He told me that he'd found you,You were lying in your bedAnd you'd asked him to go and find meAnd give me your heart instead.So next time you feel lonely,Turn upwards from your booksAnd ask the moon politely;He'll know just where to look.
beautifullerThis here is my body.It isn't much I know,There's not much that's attractiveOr enough that I would show.My face is acne coveredAnd my back is much the same,My arms and chest are scarryAnd I hide it all in shame.But then you come alongAnd take it all away,Tell me that I'm beautifulAnd perfect in every way.So now I look in the mirrorAnd smile because I see,Staring there back through the glassA beautifuller me.
afterlifeWhat happens when we die? Does it all just fade to nothingness, or does it echo around your head, your last moment, as precious seconds of life seep from your open wounds? Or maybe it all just stops, like the flatlining of a heart monitor. Is there a blinding flash of light or just darkness forever, like a cloudy december night?Is it cold in eternity?Should I pack a jumper?