Friday, 8 November 2013


wandering around at night
by tower bridge
the world is a fridge
so cold, so dark
but beautiful
and you will see;
true beauty
true beauty
at night, the festive lights
shimmer like bright diamonds
emeralds, I try to find them
all around, by the river
broken bits of a star
that fell from outer space
broken bits of a heart
that no longer remains