This time last year
She had the world at her feet
But now she has nothing
Trapped, trying to break free
This time last year
She drifted through life
Not thinking of her future
Or what she may find
This time last year
She wanted to do the right thing
But she let things slide
Her promises unseen
This time last year
Ghosts she needed to lay
But still they haunt her
Many she feels she’s betrayed
This time last year
Was then, not now
Time to move on
Happiness to be found
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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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