Bitter Sweet- Or Death By Song Titles Poem by Colin Phillimore

i
If you don’t know me by now,
You bloody well should!
ii
All the leaves are brown,
And the sky is gray.
I wonder what is planned for today?
This Autumn of malaise,
Turns to winter of hate
And all the leaves are brown,
and I am too late.
iii
Sad songs they say so much,
But they don’t tell me what to do with my crutch.
These feelings so strong in every part,
I’ve nowhere to put them,
Don’t know where to start.
iv
I wanna know what love is,
If it’s not what I’ve been giving you.
I wanna know what love is,
Can someone come and show me,
Just what love is?
‘cos I really wanna know.
v
Nowhere to run to baby,
Nowhere to hide.
No vehicle to travel with,
These feelings inside.
vi
Sorry seems to be the hardest word,
Though it comes so easily.
If I don’t know how to talk to you -
How can we make us see.
That loves means -
“Not having to say you’re sorry”?
vii
The love song writers
Are out to get you.
You can’t get their lyrics out of your mind.
They’ve spoken from love sick hearts for this very reason
and now they haunt your every thought!
Turn off the radio, they’re on the TV-
Turn off the black box - they’re written deep down inside of me.
And it cuts like a knife………….. she’s out of.....my life.

colin.phillimore@ntlworld.com
November 1996