Much was said about this week
Promises were made to keep
But it came swift and sure
As did broken promises raw
So there she sits on her own
In her flat, doesn’t feel like home
Feeling drained with all the lies
Sometimes she just wants to cry
Maybe she should’ve just gone
On her own to a place in the sun
That she did think for a while
No wonder she now doesn’t smile
Then the postman dropped the bills
On her floor, if looks could kill
So now she’s stuck in her hell
This town the angels forgot to help
Fed up with broken promises all the time
Fed up with all the lies
She just wants to start anew
Under a new sky eternally blue…
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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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