Wednesday 16 January 2019

Communication 145

the old school yard

Up past the old school yard
and through the streets I use to know,
a war once raged upon these pavements,
young blood drew battle lines in the mud,
a certain kind of infamy came
with losing ones virginity,
all these tales are best left untold,
it’s just not the same now we’re all old,
some left to see the world, though
many stayed and still walk these streets,
a million and one ghostly heart-beats
retreading their once youthful steps,
I moved on but I will never forget
that moment in time when we were all one,
chasing the dawn, sleeping under the sun,
Charlotte I can’t forget you, god knows I’ve tried, 

it’s been over 30 years since you died
and you’re still beautiful, forever on my mind




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