Fancy

Your moans still leaves me, shivering and blowing, notes from Blues street, they don't bring relief, but a gnawing groan, wasted opportunities, still born fate, a star to call home, that won't reach me anyway, you could hear my dreams, bought with a pay day loan, cried broken homilies, i tried to be gay, before sunrise arose, that fateful Wednesday, torn dress woollen 'kerchief, your wailing tones, dread ruin across your face, jelly for your bones.

Frederica

What keeps you being down, a crescent moon at Easter, a night time after sun, your desire to own, denies all reason, by map or red trombone, a clutch of wayward clowns, billow your search to flee, running far from the town, building blocks to your mound, already in dreams, you accept this holy ground, or is it that chlorophone, helps you manage breathing, don't act like a drone, when you love you drown nothing's given for free, put away your doubts, try and take life easy.

Fabaya

Who will tend our bones, listening to the rain, does my lover run alone, or make my heart beat, drown the early pain, birds we used to feed, winter cormorants we know, and maybe see again, ferried on their flight zone, a sound of broken wheels, last November grey, flying before the sea, the flag at danger flow, wondering if these waves, will make her atone, straggling in our clothes, she isn't here to say, drain September's glow, before we float away.

Evana

Give me my broken jewels, and let me laugh through tears, if you must be cruel, you can dance with strangers, under cold white stars clear, your golden lies bring no danger, but I can’t stand those fools, who dream of drinking beer, don't show me other mules, give me money or some range, in your sails there is fear, ached for years displayed, when we ran on fuel, you turned a head, kept me near, now you don't know what to do, all the world can see you, your long gait and busted rear, but no one has a clue, perfume costs you dear.

Evee

Your son has gone home, to his father, you fix a hi ball alone, sometimes we are lectured to, by impractical lovers, like what's happening with you, not that you wish to scorn, or believe tales of others, when they ask what you've done, crickets turn to glue, birds flee the heather, sing of global truths, you shake and hold your bones, whisper like a sinner, twist your useless comb, the moon fills your dome, brings yellow news to gather, tears are lachrymose, you are a strong women. wind starts to blow stuff their fines never one to roam, might have once been so, not like me to atone, did you raise your brow,

Emma

Embers burning low, it's been a while, have you nowhere else to go, it's not like you to atone, was it the child, frozen against your bones, might have once been so, but you had more style, wrapped up in the snow, did you raise your brow, told them stuff their fines, you had another show, always one to roam, you had no need to mine, rights you didn't own, now when the cock crows, you sit by the fire, coax a smile into your soul, try to look kind.

Eysha

Etched across my forehead, a wrist enhanced number, some weather the test, her face a sweet mirror, eyes of shocked wonder, looking for hope's glimmer i whisper to myself, is this how we slumber, lying in this shed, worrying over distance, while fire rages through us, have we come to this, days of plagued dread, nights stupid with lovers, because we said yes, a washed sign of death, we watch them walk under, she lays a hand to my chest, others cast asunder.