Love is a ligature



They were happy once but now they’re not
He remembers the day that photo was taken
Love filled him and he danced in her eyes
Her lips healed him
But years have passed and now that photo lies
Her eyes now burn with accusation
Those lips belittle
Bricks and blood imprison them
Love is a ligature

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I have previously been published in the following UK and international magazines: Rollingstone, Revolver, Loaded, Kerrang!, Metal Hammer, The Metro newspaper, Got a question answered in Dr Ozzy book, a regular in the profanisaurus pages of Viz and his poetry has also been read on the radio.