growing up, it sure is weird
wouldn’t it be nice to disappear
anyone you confront, it’s two of the same
love and fear
wouldn’t be nice,
to forget your worries for a day or two
Category: Poems February 1993
As The Cool Moon Rises – Written Monday 22nd February 1993 (Aged 17)
as the cool moon rises
the shadows of time come out to play
as the sun, slips quietly away
December 1992 to February 1993 – Writing Pad Front Cover
This is possibly my earliest kept writing pad. It’s 28 years old and I was 17 when I was writing … More
Who Cares? – Written Thursday 3rd December 1992 (Aged 17)
Memories…
