Oh sweet Jeanie, every time that he sees you,
you make him smile
You drag him free of the deep dark hole
alone every mile
For a few hours he’s not alone
anymore
Because of you, his wounds so deep,
no longer sore
He wishes it could last a little longer
than it does (so little)
But that could ruin the dream he
has of you (no fuss)
You make people feel special beyond
belief
You give them something that goes
beyond their grief
They want something with purpose
in their lives
Don’t wanna go home to a kitchen
full of knives
Instead they go home with a smile
on their face
Once again they feel part of the
human race
This is all because of you sweet
Jeanie
That special gift you have, don’t
ever forget
He just wishes he could have more than
you can give
You give him strength, you give him
a will to live
Don’t be like the others sweet Jeanie
this not so good
Just be yourself as you always
should
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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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