Petes Poetry
Over before it began.
It was over before it began.
As she had another man.
Could'nt find a way.
Could'nt expect her to stay.
What's a man supposed to say?
Like ownership is a criminal trap.
Like guilt would be shared in the wrap.
Missing her beautiful voice and face.
Like another chance gorn to waste.
Like a nomad with no place to settle.
This heart is'nt made of metal.
I'll just dream another dream.
make out nothing, to what it seems.
I'll just wish upon a star,
That I could be her bard.
I'll just wish till there's no end.
Play the fool and just pretend.
No more wishes left to make.
Only one,
And that's to stop this heartache.
Peter Riddoch.
Tha
As she had another man.
Could'nt find a way.
Could'nt expect her to stay.
What's a man supposed to say?
Like ownership is a criminal trap.
Like guilt would be shared in the wrap.
Missing her beautiful voice and face.
Like another chance gorn to waste.
Like a nomad with no place to settle.
This heart is'nt made of metal.
I'll just dream another dream.
make out nothing, to what it seems.
I'll just wish upon a star,
That I could be her bard.
I'll just wish till there's no end.
Play the fool and just pretend.
No more wishes left to make.
Only one,
And that's to stop this heartache.
Peter Riddoch.
Tha
