Yet, I still love you,
and it feels like trauma,
with a bow of grief.
I see us in pictures,
and something feels incomplete
Tag: longing
Words – Written Thursday 14th November 2002 (Aged 27)
they are the jumper worn in the winter
the boots that walk through snow
the most loyal hunter,
these words will not let you go
Just You and Me – Written March 1995 (Aged 20)
hen the morning does not come good
when things do not go right
and you wish they would
A Passport Sized Picture
A Passport Sized Picture she sat across from mestuffing five pound notes into her pursea picture, a passport sized pictureof … More
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 