Jul 2014
An empty room lies waiting
Cold, curtain drawn but clean
Hiding lust in unseen corners
Away from the white bulb glare
No floorboard creaking, mattress squeaking
Life speaking
Cold, curtain drawn but clean
Hiding lust in unseen corners
Away from the white bulb glare
No floorboard creaking, mattress squeaking
Life speaking
I wrote this when I was 17 and still a ****** - in the sixth form and couldn't wait to leave school and go out in the big wide world. Now I look back and realise it was one of the best times - for forging friendships and having fun. The poem feels unfinished but I've never been able to add to it.
