You gave your heart. Between devides of oak and lemon, a shiny wax life for a cleaned sharpened knife and the things you were a sellin.
Such a fine lady, you gave your best, devoid of all rest and without a defence,I followed You not in the emptiness spent.
You had a good way, midst polaritys raw and divorces sore, I galloped away. I love you mum was all i could say for when i was a girl it went over your heart and into the dark and farfar away.
Lovely lady, in finerys shell.your nest is empty, you knew me so well, and that sweet protection came with loveless shame.Sweet pain i betrothed you, how i wish i had got to know you.
, The deer in
You gave your heart. Between devides of oak and lemon, a shiny wax life for a cleaned sharpened knife and the things you were a sellin.
Such a fine lady, you gave your best, devoid of all rest and without a defence,I followed You not in the emptiness spent.
You had a good way, midst polaritys raw and divorces sore, I galloped away. I love you mum was all i could say for when i was a girl it went over your heart and into the dark and farfar away.
Lovely lady, in finerys shell.your nest is empty, you knew me so well, and that sweet protection came with loveless shame.Sweet pain i betrothed you, how i wish i had got to know you.
, The deer in
My mum is dying, sometime this year i would think by the way things are going. My half sister Sally keeps me informed and so does Jackie my little sister when we have contact. I feel very detatched as i left the family home when i was 12 years old and went to Summerhill school in Lieston, Suffolk for a couple of terms. I was then in the care of my dad who half raised me in Winchmore Hill North London,untill i left home at 16 to go and live with my cousin Brenda in South East London. The whole of my teen memories are a bit of a blur, moving from one place to another and from one relationship to another. I have always found comfort in writing t