you are walking down old jones road hats scarfs and headbands you are marching behind the artane boys’ band you are climbing the steps of…
Cold Dead Trees
From sliotars being hit around a wet, cold pitch, Until some fool hits it into the deep, dark ditch. Long hours doing homework in the…
Breath
Isn’t it weird how you can be breathing one minute And not the next, How it can just stop? You never know when you last…