You begged me for weeks
For opportunities galore
So I obliged
And you still wanted more
Then the time came
For you to present yourself
But nowhere to be seen
Another line you did sell
So I try again
And you say you’re ready
But when the time comes
I hold myself steady
For nobody there it seems
I couldn’t get hold of you
Why do you always do this
You’ve a lot to lose
So I distance myself now
Broken promises you make
I have to wonder why
You then these break
It’s not just others
That you betray
It’s yourself
You push away
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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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