Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Like the British Constitution, she owes her success in practice to her inconsistencies in principle.


But this time before you run to her, leaving me alone and hurt. Think it over. St Johns Park, New Town. February 2011.

I'm aware of where you go, each time you leave my door. I watch you walk down the street knowing your other love you'll meet.

But, is her sweet expression worth more than my love and affection?


After all, I've been good to you. Think it over. After all, I've been sweet to you. St Johns Park, New Town. February 2011.

I've tried so hard, hard to be patient. Hoping you'd stop this infatuation. But each time you are together, I'm so afraid I'll be losing you forever!


I've known of your secluded nights. I've even seen her maybe once or twice… St Johns Park, New Town. February 2011.

What on Earth is going on here?

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