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

When

Where and

Who

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

Remember

Ancient Eastender’s plots

Through and through

I smell something

Sweet

And think of my

Teenage perfume

I look through

These pictures

Like watching a flower

Bloom

But today I don’t feel

Beautiful

I feel washed up

I feel used

I feel clipped

Before

I could bare fruit

And this lump

In my throat

Ain’t clearing

Any time soon



By Lyric Deep.

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