As she wound her way
To the dancefloor
With a drink held tight
In each hand
I knew there and then
That we’d be friends
In ways no-one else
Would understand
Imperfectly Perfect
All those memories
Good and bad
Making me smile
Driving me mad
Yet lying here
It makes me sad
As we never knew
Quite what we had
The Old Days
Waking along
this empty street
Splashing puddles
with my feet
I remember when
we used to meet
And my broken heart
skips a beat
(Originally Posted 05.12.2019)
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 