She met him on a Saturday night
Amongst idiots who were in a fight
He pulled her away to safety
She looked at him, it was meant to be
He asked if she was okay
She said she was, thanks for the save
He smiled at her, warmth in his eyes
As he walked away, saying his goodbyes
She stood still, her friends by her
His number she didn’t learn!
Why can’t she move, go after him
With him she’d like to be seen
He melds into the crowds
Gone with friends, lost in sounds
She’s pulled the opposite way
Short and sweet, come what may
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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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Caliburnus Rises 
Very nice, i really enjoyed it, its a great write.. 😀
Thank you. It was nice to write to. One of those observations we all make or do.