…Blood spilled down and soaked Journeyman’s shorts; leather pounded and viciously scorched his exposed ribcage. Still he refused to drop down and continued to let his arms swing wildly back in the hope of scoring a bingo knockout...
…But Goldenboy in his dazzling designer shorts and on the fast track to stardom cranked up the pressure. He poured on the punches, a smirk crinkling his smooth, pretty features.
I would love to see what you can see
That makes you look at me
And make decisions that affect me
I would like to think I am approachable
But maybe I’m not
What do you see
That makes you feel intimidated
I would have respected you
More if you told me
To my face
Instead of conspiring against me
But you make me stronger
You make me want to be
A better person
Your words
Your actions
Inspire me to be the best me
I can be
Each time, I hear
Or feel your look
I get angry, then I heal
You are that important to me
You hater you…
Md ©
Magnetic Man were kicking over the speakers as I shut the door. Never really been into them, not because I don't like drum and bass but because... well, because there's other things to do. Number one on the list is fix the laptop Earl dropped off last night. Probably needs a new hard drive. Then we can drive up and down Northmoor Road looking for a buyer. Which in that turns out a fail there's the back up of Cash Converters.
Or Stonk.