eight doors apart (on glanaman road)

let’s catch up for a pintalright, let’s make it twobeen quite a while since I last saw youthe restless days were gonebut your habits never didyou ran, you cried, you smiled, you hidand I’m one of those who rarely believebut one thing I know for sureyou should’ve lived you and I lived just eight doorsContinue reading “eight doors apart (on glanaman road)”

in between sundays

I left and never called a single daydead, for you could’ve known from farawaywith nothing to live forand everything left to sayI’m fine most of the days in between sundays and scotland wouldn’t be the samebeautiful nuance of blues and greys without her rain… and scotland wouldn’t be the samebeautiful nuance of blues and greyswithoutContinue reading “in between sundays”