She’s so beautiful that girl in the street
Watching her move, a body so sweet
A face so angelic she seems so pure
Think I’m falling for her, I need the cure
She’s so addictive it’s so untrue
All men want her, step in the queue
She knows she is watched from afar,
But all she does is flirt again and laugh
She hides her true feelings by the way that she flirts
The pain is unbearable as it always hurts
It hurts me too because I feel it so much
All I want is to feel her warm electric touch
Talking to her is so damn hard to do
Feel trapped like a submarine crew
If she would only give me a chance
Forever and ever we would dance
But she plays her game, the price of fame
This is but beauty’s pain
In her heart she’s empty and lost
She plays on to her eternal cost
(Chorus)
And mine too
Dear lord, feel my blues
Beauty’s pain
The devil’s gain
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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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