You raise again, so phoenix like

Dead ashes into flames

But now I have your measure

I won't play your cruel games.

I sit alone and stare at walls

My mind is filled with you

But constancy is not your style

It's something you eschew.

You don't come home, for days on end

Then turn up like a ghost

Then you rest, upon my chest

That's when I love you most.

One day you have eyes of fire

The next you're cold as ice

If you want to stay with me

Then take this sound advice.

If you don't get your act together, I'm going to nail up that catflap!!

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Owain Glyn