Just a guy emptying the nog.
A time to reflect, a year to remember...it passed by me like a swipe of Tinder members. The arguments, the injuries and all of the miseries.
By JLEEL6 years ago in Poets
Brockley, a station I pass by Everyday it stands out and I don’t know why Déjà vu in reverse? Have I seen it in another universe?
Numb, insanely numb, out of the shelter of that unhappy thumb The gloomy night sets the mood while the glimmer of light comes and goes...how rude