Pear Drops

You have been so unkind to me here.
Still forcing solemn smiles to slip from my lips.
Come quietly along with me elsewhere.
Somewhere other than this London.
Anywhere other than this fear.

Isn’t it clear, that we never even belonged here?
Did you know if you place a shell softly to your ear,
It is the subtle whimper of the sapphire sea you hear?

We should run away through brittle fear.
And the sharp poison of misjudged excitement.
If you take the steep steps towards the door,
We might just steadily slide amongst the skillfully snide,
Confining our love to Embankment.

90'S unlabelled vinyl and Aretha of soulful cities.
Unfold your words around the wine,
Escaping these reams of uncultured pretties.
Taking on the terrible tapestry of tuneless times,
Crossing couples unwilling and lifelessly entwined.

Pushing through the rhythm,
Telling tales of blonde fuelled crimes.
Drenched in this melody of pity,
And the men buttered in lies.
Scuttling swiftly through Cromwells lonely city,
Practising lines.
With ill intentions lurking,
Behind glass eyes.

And still your metaphors bite me.
No money, rarely a job, just a great love,
That stays for days and plays.
But you make noise.
You make noise, proudly shrouding this space.
I can see it in your eyes, held plastically in place.

That luck I’ve had can only hamper the sad.
Where art you though dad?
Cuddle me through those powdered sweets,
We used to stash in the dash.
I don’t understand how my hands, can be so under planned?
And unknowingly you expect so much.
And yet you too do nothing to help her,
You accept so much.

I knew you wouldn’t step up.
Hell, you don’t half know how to disappoint.
I ought to have thought that such a kindly family,
Would steer clear of such a spineless sort.

But I will unconditionally stick by you,
Because still I see slivers of what others don’t,
I bet you see the transparent whispers of the mistress,
That live raw in my guilty throat.