He met you in strange surroundings
Never knowing your name
Took Him a while to get his bearings
Then it fell like rain
What could he do but talk in nervous tones?
Trying to ask you for a date
But always felt a chill to the bones
Always ask too late
Why does he always do this to himself?
Always ready to ask, courage deserts him
Been the same since he was twelve
Suppose it’s something he cannot change?
One day he’ll break from the shell
Sooner the better, the freer he’ll be
”And then you shall see the real” me says he
Maybe then you both can gel?
But until then he’ll float as if in a dream
Wondering if you will notice him anytime soon
All he wants is just to be seen
So he can for once sing a happy tune
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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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