Where did all the time go?
We lost it when we were free to roam,
Letting all the good times roll,
Away, to a place, far away from here,
Oh, where did all the love go?
Words sting with barbed suspicion
Come, let's free our minds from this old grey nightmare
And learn the lost art of escapism.
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Standing in the Shadows of Giants
PoetryMy first attempt at a poetry collection, this is a selection of works that I mainly wrote across the summer of 2010, with some other stuff in there too. Forbidden love, unrequited love, love in general, betrayal, social observation - it's all here t...
