So once again she’s been lied to
For many months now, can it be true?
Why do they do it to her, she can’t tell
These the lies of an empty shell
She tries to believe in what they say
But with her life they so play
Not caring at all what they do
Not realising what they’ll lose
Her head bowed in sadness, she walks away
For she’s no choice on this day
Betrayed her trust they so have
Forever for them she’ll feel so sad
For herself she puts on a brave face
Her sadness leaves no trace
Look closely though at what they’ve done
The lies of an empty shell have had their fun
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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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