My new favourite street

My Holga

Note to self.

Man projected, he could not bore

That's how he pushed me through my bedroom door

Boy perfected, I can not abide

Deluded deceiver, mistaken as bona fide

Bristol in Red

Make up and Styling

Band - Aye Aye

Halloween gig 2010

Makeup and Styling

Band - Aye Aye

Halloween gig 2010.

Poem

He whispers, a smile consumes my face.

Yet I try to refrain and hold my grace.

This will never be what we want it to be,

on that I know we cannot agree.

I rest alone, hide on my own.

A sentimental yearning is all for he,

I regret a selfish lover is now for me.

by me