I watch them over there. Silently from my window. Their movements are predictable, in and out, a cigarette, a wave at some passer-by.
By Trudi Jane6 years ago in Poets
Why does everything end in pain there is nothing to gain Love went away, so you jumped to hate As easily as if it was our next first date
I wrote this piece as a realisation that I had lived life searching for something, but I never quite knew what it was that I sought.
Alone in the dark was a deep place to be Full of nightmares, evil and then there was me Someone I didn't even really know
