You say what’s spoken, you give what’s taken,
You want what’s lost,
So, tell me something, that I can believe,
Tell me something you didn’t hear, see or read,
Tell me something you gained and lost,
Dealt and felt
Something, only you know,
Something to make me laugh or cry,
Love you,
Something to make me,
Lie
And
If you can,
I’ll let you take my hand,
Along the shores,
The cliff drops
So sheer,
Where all else fades away,
I’ll still be here
© Fionn Kelvin Thomas 2019
