Check In Desk slowly creeping, always looking street lights beckon outside, someone is shouting you look around, your eyes are … More

she wore, the most beautiful clothes
she wore of aura of brightness
her eyes were trembling pearls
and she grew up, far too quick

someone,
who is the pied piper
with their, ‘beck and call flute’

i am scared of what i am feeling
i know it,
i have started to grow up
i no longer seem to be so small

you take my life worries,
and you make me leave them be
you listen to my stories
of over dramatised gossip
and teenage sensation

i have come so far
since i was fifteen
i have walked out of nightmares
and started to find the dream

always straight
nowhere to go
or is it country lanes
great scenery
and so much change

i find myself depending on you
i need your touch, it will be enough
and i miss you when you are not around
am i depending too much

and that craftsman,
well that was my mind
and they made it so beautiful
but it was moulded in the image of a fool

we still listen –
to words that are said
and in the the morning
we still take each day
for what it is worth
we have been doing it
since our birth