Passing Me By

I sit outside and smoke and stare.
At all the people who pass me there.
They do not wave, they do not smile.
Why won't they come and talk a while?

They pass me by without a care.
I watch them go and wonder where.
I go inside and think of them.
But they of me? Not now or then.

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jack purvis

Sun 30th Nov 2014 14:21

I definitely relate to this. North of England??? I escaped......

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Laura Taylor

Wed 12th Nov 2014 09:48

You want to move to the North of England, lad - we smile at everyone ;)

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Rose Casserley

Tue 11th Nov 2014 17:43

hey!Perdition!-don't include me with those miseries!....have this on me..AIYUP!

HOWS IT HANGING?..x

Lynne Chi Chi Horridge

Tue 11th Nov 2014 10:17

Rhys! I love this.

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