my oh my

Cherry pie

just let me hold you

"Autumn"
Autumn leaves under frozen souls,
Hungry hands turing soft and old,
My hero crying as we stood out their in the cold,
Like these autumn leaves I dont have nothing to hold.

Handsome smiles wearing handsome shoes,
Too young to say, though I swear he knew,
And i hear him singing while he sits there in his chair,
While these autumn leaves float around everywhere.

And I look at you, and I see me,
Making noise so restlessly,
But now its quiet and I can hear you sing,
'My little fish dont cry, my little fish dont cry.'

Autumn leaves how fading now,
That smile that ive lost, well ive found some how,
Because you still live on in my fathers eyes,
These autumn leaves, all these autumn leave,
all these autumn leaves are yours tonite.

pandora's box, a literal explosion

I write this blog out of interest, not as a career move. I may come across somewhat natural and witty, but to be honest, I am not intelligent. I cannot do maths, science or geography. neither art, p.e or french. Just incase anyone was under a false impression. Infact im quite a tard.

I talk like i have just been spat out of some northern working mens club
bric a brac excites me
hardly anyone sees my handwriting, but i take great pride in doing it properly
sarcasm has reached a whole new level in my vocabulary that i am more than not, sarcastic rather than sincere
i bloody love sugar puffs
i am not easily offended
i am still waiting for a book to fulfill my literary needs