So like any good Mother, I dropped her off at school (after peeling her little hands off my leg and wiping her tears away) and ran away as fast as I could.
I needed to clear my head and ended up here...
Then I saw this...
And wrote this...
I will walk from where you fell,
No last turns or wishing you well,
You thought below, began to swell,
And promised her to never tell.
It's such a damn hard shame,
You had to go and bring the rain,
Woke you, moments, never again,
Pitiful, pathetic, lonely pain.
When you get what you need,
It's me echoing around 'I'm free!'
It's me not you that has the key,
Forever I'm gone to let you be.
If only I had a guitar and a piano, then I could have had a proper Adele moment!
Oh God, I've gone all emo, must have been the fresh air so early in the morning..right back to writing my murder novel.
Don't panic, I'm not going actually sing my song/poem. No one needs to watch a vlog of me singing and clutching a 1.5 litre bottle of wine (yes, they exist).
However, if the above vlog appears on Friday night at 2am, it's my twin and totally NOT me.
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