So there he is waiting for her
Alone in a pub, his feelings do stir
She though plays the waiting game
He’ll follow as always, till he goes insane!
He knows not what he wants from her
Is it romance or just to rip off her shirt
All he knows is he’s dizzy when she’s here
The frustration rages as he builds up tears
So what does he do with this friend of his
Who sends him in this crazy tizz
Should he tell her how he feels
Before this broken spirit is finally killed
Kissed her he has in a drunken way
She did respond which made his day
But confused, restless and way messed up
He feels she’s like a lost lonely pup
He gets niggled when women accuse men of unsharing feelings
But it’s they who mess with men, makes worse the healing
Confusion reigns in their hearts
Like this poor boy lost from the start
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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