Friday, 1 April 2011

Set fire

Trying to get on with my life.
And all I can feel is you're eyes burning; waiting for me.
To come and play with you.
Bitter and angry it makes me, pushing you away with frowns and sharp dicing words.

When all I want to do. Is sit here by the window. Staring at the flakes of blossom drifting off the trees in the back garden.
To myself.
Sitting watching nature unfold and say hello.

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