| 2 entries | | |  | | | | untitled | wrote | | Waiting for Something
I sit, dishevelled, on the deserted platform,
Stark and hostile in its monstrosity.
Back to a life thats not mine;
From a life not yet realised.
Alone, on the platform, with the
Gliding, watchful birds;
Above the cars, and the stark slate roofs,
Sheltering the people in these
Rainy-days of their innocence.
My mark, a used ticket
Moved on by the wind. | | | | | untitled | wrote | | | had a lush weekend had my sister staying!!lots of shopping and drinking!! class | | | | | 2 entries | | |
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