Its is still there, the green, and the lanes But the touch in the small of my back... Its is still there, the green, and the lanes But the touch in the small of m...

You come to me, A solitary lone star, In the dark unlit night... You come to me, A solitary lone star, In the dark unlit night...

My sweet pleasures as a child Come haunting in my dreams I wake up to the steely city My sweet pleasures as a child Come haunting in my dreams I wake up to the ...

A book with yellowed pages A perfumed handkerchief A crinkled chocolate wrapper A book with yellowed pages A perfumed handkerchief A crinkled chocolate wr...

A poem full of longing as well as an undying belief in a long lost love. A poem full of longing as well as an undying belief in a long lost love.