We’re Still a Love Song

(Josie Sayz: These are some lyrics for a song I wrote, for a competition. Needless to say, it didn’t win, otherwise someone would have heard of its existence, but I still like it all the same. It randomly popped into my head the other day (after not touching it in over five years) so I decided to dig it out and post it. Let me know what you think. Update: The girl’s part was originally in pink, but you couldn’t read it very well on the blue background, so it’s been changed to black – I hope that helps.)
(Black: girl’s part. Blue: guy’s part. Purple: both.)

Once upon a time,
I dreamt of you and I.
Wishing we could be;
I wonder if you see.
The tears and thoughts were faded,
The looks from you so jaded (yeah),
But as my thoughts go by
I’m left wondering why--
We’re still a love song,
It’s been so long
Without you by my side.
Because you left me,
Said you hate me.
What is there left to say?
Why are you treating me this way?
I sit here and think of you;
I wonder if you miss me too.
I apologise for what I said.
Can’t you be with me instead?
Whispered thoughts up in my ear,
Wish it wasn’t quite as clear.
Your picture’s in my mind,
As I’m left wondering why--
We’re still a love song,
It’s been so long
Without you by my side.
I wish that I had seen,
How much you mean to me.
There’s so much I wanna say,
Why are you treating me this way?
I look into the past
And wish that I could go back–
In time.
To that place…
To that place…
To that place,
Where you could read my mind…
We’re still a love song,
It’s been so long
I want you by my side.
I wish that you had seen
How much to me you mean.
What is there left to say?
We’re still a love song,
It’s been so long
I need you by my side.
Why did you leave me?
Didn’t you need me?
Is there nothing left to say?
Why are you treating me this way?

- Josie -

Bad-Boy-Frank

(Josie Sayz: This is a poem that I wrote for a ‘Humour Writing’ module. Storm Frank reminded me of its existence, so I thought that I would share it.)

When Frank arrived at school today
His bad image was gone.
A new kid came and took his crown
And Bad-Boy-Frank was gone.

A new task came, he stood his ground,
The fight was surely on,
To win back his reputation
Or he could not go on.

“I will remain victorious,”
Decided Bad-Boy-Frank.
“Destroying the school property
Will be my next big prank!”

He went to the caretaker’s room
To find what he did seek.
A spray-can used for graffiti
Would make the teachers shriek.

The can he shook, the image sprayed,
Written across the wall.
The corridor and paint were the
Same colour after all.

“Oh, Frank you are a star pupil,”
His Head Teacher did say.
“For repainting the corridor,
Now we don’t have to pay.”

Another plan for he did need,
His future was at stake.
He needed to make sure they did not
Think that he was fake.

Because of what the Head had said
The school thought he was good,
But this is not what he had meant,
His act misunderstood.

“I will remain victorious,”
Decided Bad-Boy-Frank.
“I will avenge my Head Teacher,
Because he is a crank!”

By greasing every locker door
Gripping would be at bay.
No one could ever open them,
Their hands would slip away.

But when Frank greased every handle,
His plan fell out of line.
The lockers were not slippery,
He only made them shine.

“Oh, Frank you are a star pupil,”
His Head Teacher did say.
“You’ve made the lockers shine so bright,
Instead of their dull grey.”

The new kid’s bad rule was over,
Revenge was now in sight.
Frank needed to kick the new kid
Out of his bad limelight.

Frank had given up on losing,
He’d really had enough.
He wished there was another way
To prove that he was tough.

“I will remain victorious,”
Decided Bad-Boy-Frank.
“If I could start a lunch food fight
It would smell really rank!”

Frank gained everyone’s attention
And then a can he threw,
Landing in the recycling,
His big, bad plan he blew.

“Hey guys, all look what Frank just did,”
Another kid did say.
“Frank has made the recycling fun!”
And threw his can away.

“Oh, Frank you are a star pupil,”
His Head Teacher did say.
“You made the students recycle.
You’ve really saved the day.”

- Josie -