we hold hands
and think about the past
the days of free thinking
did not seem to last

sudden feeling of life
caught me
and spun me around
sudden moment of joy
and not feeling so down

i wanted you yo be my friend
not just someone
who occupied my bed
i am sad
but accept…

i am not your problems
not the source
of the tears
that run their course
like a river

the dark haired woman,
is there
playing cards
with her eastern stare

i need to look after myself
no one seems to realise
that i am on a roller coaster
you just see me, ‘coping’

there is an echo to your smile
but your life,
has building blocks
which have fallen down

i struggled as a child
and i found quickly,
that words hit home
so try and take it away