We never gave ourselves a chance
Suppose that makes me a fool
Forever to be a paper romance
While I forever look uncool.

You got the world at your feet
Make it dance to your tune
You deserve that in the least
So it ain’t doom and gloom.

You got that bit of magic
You got that bit of spark
You got that bit of fire
You got that bit of heart.

You got that self respect
You got that bit of steel
You got that bit of neck
And most of all you’re real.

So with the world dance
And don’t forget to let your heart dance too
And may your life be a sweet romance
And may it bring out the best in you.

You got so many gifts
I hope you know that, I really do
And nothing would make me happier
Than seeing the world recognise it too.

You don’t find your love in me
I hope you find it in someone new
And may you dance with the world
And may the world always dance with you.

© Daniel Breslin

Tying my shoelace and I think of you. My memories are blurred
and jumbled, and sometimes I don’t know if some are real,
or just dreamt up, or half real and half dreamt up, but I remember this one,
and it’s real, and in remembering anew, just now,
I’m hit by the realisation
that this is the last distinct memory I have of you fathering me in learning something new.
In the upstairs bathroom of your mothers house, soon to be my home, unknown to us both.

Tying my shoelace, thinking of you.

© Daniel Breslin

The colours dissipate
Black and white runs
It’s hard to anticipate
Future outcomes.

Some bright ones leave
Some plain ones stay
Colour follows you
And i’m left with grey.

© Daniel Breslin

Blessed with curves
She’ll test your nerves
She’s a chest superb
Leave you stretched for words.

Not an eye doesn’t glance
Though they’ll try have a dance
Most guys don’t have a chance
She declines most who advance.

She’s seductive on a whole new level
So destructive she could be the devil
Many instructed never to meddle
Not many has stuck to it, break free like a rebel.

She takes pleasure in how easy they tumble
How much they endeavor for a sleazy fumble
She often teases, then watches them crumble
As they go to speak and meekly mumble.

She has that effect on men
She has it time and again
She just having a good time my friend
Hope she’s pleased by one before the good times end.

© Daniel Breslin