I’m tired of feeling bottled and useless
I begged and pleaded for you
I gave up my pills for you..
On the floor with my head spinning
Every day of the week I yearn
to see your face
I’m not her.. I dislike being Valerie
Countless nights of tribals and tribulations
On Friday? What a way to end the week
I’m so sorry I’m not good enough
I’m not perfect, i’m corrupted
please mercy me.. i don’t wanna be a Valerie
My dear sister
How I miss you so much
Your sweet essence
Would always touch my heart
Your hugs of love
What a wonder of feeling it
Hearing your beautiful laugh
Was your signature autograph
Endlessly makes everything
Look like a still photograph
The kindness of your words
Was like hearing the songbirds
Your smile
Lasted a roman mile
Life without you
Is a Lilly without a nile
Imagine the indignity suffered
Whilst being told by someone
Not in the know
Why you are covering another
artist's song
Because they would never
believe
I wrote Valerie
Not Amy
Although she got to No 1 and
ended up becoming famous
for it
And i only got it to No 24 in the
charts
Never became famous and why
apart from Google No 1 knows
my name
There was a woman named Valerie
Who stayed at home with family
She never made a brand new start
Or had to heal a broken heart
Her life was just a daily routine
A never ending dreary scene
She never had to think too much
Her friends were never out of touch
One magic night she had a dream
She saw herself upon a stream
A stream that swept her gentle and free
In a bright red raft to the deep blue sea
The current carried her along
And sang a soothing siren song
Which made her close her eyes and sleep
In care of whales from the deep
Refreshed by the wind she awoke with a smile
On a beautiful white sand desert isle
And very soon she was aware
That no one else was with her there
The island fruit about her feet
Exceeded any worldly treat
And breathing fresh clean ocean air
She soon forgot to worry and care
Within this clime sublime and sweet
She knew her life was incomplete
Then suddenly she left her dream
But in her eyes there was a gleam
A new expanding point of view
Which told this woman what to do
She packed a bag not used before
And left to travel ever more
I saw her to her dorm room, and asked if I might have the pleasure of
her company later for dinner. She coyly accepted my invitation.. One hour
later I picked her up. She looked enchanting... We drove out to Woodstock,
home to Blenheim Palace, the ancestral seat of the Churchill family.
There we enjoyed a casual meal, laughing again over the misadventures
of the afternoon. As the sun was beginning to set I led her outside the
restaurant and down the lane to the corner. I told her to keep her eyes closed.
When she opened them she saw a vista she would never forget;
the palace, high on a hill, a fairy-tale vision, with pastureland sloping down
to a lake in the foreground dotted with swans, all bathed in the glow of
the setting sun. She stood there, speechless for a moment. I squeezed
her hand and we gazed into each other's eyes. Not a word was spoken.
We were both grateful for the day we had spent together.
It was just the two of us. Time had stopped, and only that moment mattered.
Happiness is an achievement, not an entity to borrow
I’m a borderline cynic, motivated only somewhat by tomorrow
Despite friendly intentions, aggression paves my road
Seemingly simple yet harshly taciturn, I carry not a light load
People think me judgmental, but it’s really just distrust
I open myself up to those around me, only if I must
Raised as a burden, my mantra is one of practicality
Yet I crave to be noticed, not just cast off as a triviality
Hesitant indeed, my sleepless eyes and fumbling hands
It is impossible to meet your every demand
“Please meet me halfway”, I type with my fingers
Ephemeral is your presence, as it no longer lingers
Veronica, Veronica
Valerie, Valerie
oh! blond hair and perky breasts
tan legs and hot lips
when oh when will you be mine
not my girlfriend
no you're not that kind
but I have a use for you
and though it's a shame
after all I'm only a man
who can I be to blame
your soft skin and that sweet look
drive me crazy
and soon my sweet girls
for at least one night
both of you can be mine
Shadows
Engulf my heart
That Valerie did break
Please come back home dear Valerie
My sweet
Paranoia, thy name is Valerie
My buried bones you've bared.
My skeleton is out of the bag
And my cat is out of the closet.
I feel exposed to the discernment of a despot.
I cannot hide, cannot secrete, cannot cover my shame.
My guilt en-clothes me
And remorse envelopes me like a shroud.
I wish for the cloths of Heaven
But get only the habiliments of a mendicant.
I long for the raiment of a royal
But I'm clad in the rags of a ruminant.
All that glitters isn't gold
And all that reeks isn't excretia.
So I'll stand on my purloined principles
And lament my lack of laurels.
Like Sisyphus seeking his summit
Or a Prometheus that forgot his fire.
But I'll insist on my fated freedom
Like the bird on the wire, or the drunk in a midnight choir,
I have tried, in my way, to be free.
I’ve been to many places
Seen so many faces
All in less than just a million paces.
I found you when I was young
Knowing you, made me strong.
You were the beginning of my fantasies,
The picture of my future, dream and true smile.
Was it really you?
The creamy, silky, hazel-eyed beauty.
Your charming smiles and steady walk makes my heart talk.
How far apart can we be?
‘Cos I can’t stop thinking.
Was it really you?
The one that cries when I’m blue.
You pick me up when I fall and shade me from the sun.
Can’t wait to call you mine, can’t wait to walk down the isle-
With you and only you- my Valentine.
Was it really you?
‘Cos I can’t stop searching till I find.
Was it really you?
‘Cos our love is written in the stars.
Will it be you, my Valerie?
With blackened palms I rise from the ashes as the last one standing.
The only one left on this forsaken planet who understands what its like to live in the arms of the one I love.
With bleeding hands I pry you away from the demons of the world.
All the things on this earth than can harm you.
With bloodshot eyes, I look into yours as I collapse into your lap.
I fought so hard to have you and I grow weary from the battle.
With blood drenched ears which have heard the lies of the world, I listen to the sound of your voice.
I hear your words and I smile.
As my heart is torn from my chest, I realize I still stand, fighting the war for you.
Bleeding from head to toe, I wage war against all who will hurt you.
I stare into your eyes as my heart fails to beat just one last time.
With tired feet, I stand. And with blooded arms, I wrap myself around you.
As I walk away, all my wounds are healed.
As the last man standing, you give me your heart.
You wash my hands and you let me rest on you.
When I wake from my slumber, you're still by my side.
Fighting a battle for me.
I wake and I rise, and I pick up my sword.
Fighting for us side by side
Amy,
Check out 27
Back to black
Pick up required on the floor of a London flat
Valerie just abandoned her comeback
Farewell sweet raven
You piper of pain
Love is a loosing game
Blood is thicker than water
They say this much is true
And I guess I can attest to this
Anytime I'm around you
You are my confidant
My friend til the end
No other can dissuade
Problems that fall away like petals
You provide a comfort like no one
A shelter in a homeless life
Tears that might have been shed
If not for your love and might
There's not enough time or space to say
How much I cherish all your ways
My wonderful friend you are an angel
Simply put I love you for all of my days
I saw her to her dorm room, and asked if I might have the pleasure of
her company later for dinner. She coyly accepted my invitation.. One hour
later I picked her up. She looked enchanting... We drove out to Woodstock,
home to Blenheim Palace, the ancestral seat of the Churchill family.
There we enjoyed a casual meal, laughing again over the misadventures
of the afternoon. As the sun was beginning to set I led her outside the
restaurant and down the lane to the corner. I told her to keep her eyes closed.
When she opened them she saw a vista she would never forget;
the palace, high on a hill, a fairy-tale vision, with pastureland sloping down
to a lake in the foreground dotted with swans, all bathed in the glow of
the setting sun. She stood there, speechless for a moment. I squeezed
her hand and we gazed into each other's eyes. Not a word was spoken.
We were both grateful for the day we had spent together.
It was just the two of us. Time had stopped, and only that moment mattered.
I saw her to her dorm room, and asked if I might have the pleasure of
her company later for dinner. She coyly accepted my invitation.. One hour
later I picked her up. She looked enchanting... We drove out to Woodstock,
home to Blenheim Palace, the ancestral seat of the Churchill family.
There we enjoyed a casual meal, laughing again over the misadventures
of the afternoon. As the sun was beginning to set I led her outside the
restaurant and down the lane to the corner. I told her to keep her eyes closed.
When she opened them she saw a vista she would never forget;
the palace, high on a hill, a fairy-tale vision, with pastureland sloping down
to a lake in the foreground dotted with swans, all bathed in the glow of
the setting sun. She stood there, speechless for a moment. I squeezed
her hand and we gazed into each other's eyes. Not a word was spoken.
We were both grateful for the day we had spent together.
It was just the two of us. Time had stopped, and only that moment mattered.
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