Thoughts from my notepad 4

Your reflection hid behind car glass, unpaid car tax and debts folded into half in the glove box.

On track

I used to walk to the top of the hill,Shout your name,I used to cycle to the top of the track,Look for your face,I used to search amongst the cobbles, the sand for your scent,But it’s just as well I never saw you…I still always searched.


I will always be afraid of losing, You will always be afraid of taking away. But for some reason, My heart has never come so close to feeling ok. You will never know how I feel, I don’t think. But I like the cheeky parts that make us both click. You set the world on … Continue reading ..