the girlfriend,
and all her amazing worlds!
gifts for the gifted
and swift with her sweet talk
something that i need to share

where once every day was new
now the photograph is torn
the edges are flawed
and although it is still adored
it is creased and clearly beyond total repair

i almost fell asleep in the street
and i have almost lost the fight
but i would win you know
if only i could find my feet

i feel the rain all the time
it’s almost as if it is my own
everyone else feels the summer
yet me, i can only feel rain

you get to me
live outside yourself
but,
somehow become resident in my head

the reflection of sadness –
is never missed
it is always there
it is the haunting –
in a persons stare

some parents are able to give real emotion
yet some are made of whiskey and coke
and in all the childhood commotion
some parents become a poorly executed joke

i am shouting
i am hurting
i am working
the pay is bad
so i write another story

from london to southend
from bright lights
to small but loveable town
from crazy neon nights
to daily bouts of feeling down