My Happy EastEnding

I can’t quite

Pin point

What it is

I’m desperate

To run back to

But these memories

Exhaust me

Thinking of


Where and


Of happy times

Bad times

All the shit

Over the years

I’ve been through

I hear songs

That remind me

Of my old tunes

I watch TV and


Ancient Eastender’s plots

Through and through

I smell something


And think of my

Teenage perfume

I look through

These pictures

Like watching a flower


But today I don’t feel


I feel washed up

I feel used

I feel clipped


I could bare fruit

And this lump

In my throat

Ain’t clearing

Any time soon

By Lyric Deep.

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