My Thoughts

Always stray
Your way

If you have discovered this blog, I bet you are feeling very special.
Here's your chance to come clean. If you read this, please leave a comment following.
Thanks.
By the way, Dad, you're exempt.

Angel
Hold my hand as I sleep.

Shuffles like lumpy concrete
Awkward, slow
I have to hold his eyes
Cos I'm so scared he'll go

He's thinking about music
I like that

He
She
They both
Have a hell of a lot
To sort through.

Awful poetry
Fills the page I write
So now
Control Z...
Only then can you share it with me...