Saturday, 16 July 2011

After All

And after all this time,
Who'd have thought I'd meet you here?

I held you,
I can remember that.
But over calling
You've disappeared back.

Sixteen Seven Twenty Eleven
The clouds part and I'm in heaven.

Bless you
A tissue
a re tweet
an issue.

Of every paper
Your on today
Bethnal Green
I'm on my way!

lucid & under pressure
My performance is best
I'll never surrender.

What are you like?
What am I like?
Heavy rain
Meant no bike.

See you shortly
Sweetness true
Can't wait to meet you!


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