A Sail

It's long gone' that carry on from December.

It is no matter' if you remember

mulled paper bagged wine

and too much bedside whiskey.

I will roll my heart up'

I will roll my heart up in my sleeve.

Now it is your line' I know that I wrote it.

If you tell a lie' no one will notice

and of you and I' I was the loudest.

While you stayed quiet' we were surrounded.

It's long gone our carry on from the winter.

I asked you upstairs

and two we tangled in my hair.

You were never one for chronic chattering'

your heart beat pale'

while I flew my colours'

I flew my colours like a sail.

Now it is your line' I know that I wrote it.

If you tell a lie' no one will notice

and of you and I' I was the loudest.

While you stayed quiet' we were surrounded.

I will roll my heart up