I'm 21 years old from Darlington in England I broke my foot last year and started to write bits of poetry out of boredom
London Berlin or Madrid. I'd travel across Europe if I had a few quid. Mexico Argentina brazil or the states. Just pack a bag and your off with your mates. Vegas Monaco or maybe Toronto.
She lays there with her puppy eyes. But nobody hears her muffled cries. When her master returns shell. Receive another vicious beating. No energy left to fight. Its been days since she's eaten.
I'm going to try and write something from my heart. However I think it will be quite hard. Every time I let my defence down. I am left looking like a clown.
I was the lemon she was the lime. She was the person whom I gave all of my time. I was the,bucket she was the spade. this friendship would last a lifetime or so I prayed.
It's the day after Christmas and everyone is sad. You were hoping for this yesterday when he family were driving you mad. Yet you failed to realise this is the best Christmas you've had.
This country is a shambles. The government is a joke. This country is a shambles. I think it could be broke. But what do I know I'm only young. Maybe I should sell some coke and don't forget my gun.
I look into your eyes See only the best intention We don't always get it right Both of us have made too many mistakes to mention But through it all ..........
Lied in bed my leg in a pot. Went out for a quiet few turned into a lot. Started scrapping thought I was joey Barton. Woke up the next morning my head was farting. Not much memory of the night before.