There’s been something he’s been meaning to ask you
But he doesn’t know if you’ll answer him true?
The question st.. st..stutters on his tongue
He sometimes feels way too young
You buzz around in your mad crazy way
Addicted he is in all you do and say
But every time he gets you near
He shrivels up in Goddamn fear!
You’re pretty, beautiful, sexy and sweet
Knocked for six, lose control of his feet
Falling down, only you can pick him up with that smile
The way it beams, he’d cross oceans, run the fastest minute mile
So tell him if you feel the same
Life’s too short for childish games
Grab him and hold him close
Tell him it’s he you want the most
So many opportunities are wasted and gone
Don’t end up like everyone with someone you don’t belong
Throw in a kid, no doubt you’ll love too
But you’ll always wonder where he is, should be with you
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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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