Beauty.

Conversation based on lusty hopes,

Dreams of a future filled with gold dust.

Secrets within a Diary are never to be whispered -

Until written with a blurb.

Bringing them back; Ms and Ds pissing you off,

Laughter and giggling from the top bunk.

Fashion and High Streets, Brick Lane memories,

Dreams of a future filled with happiness.

Photos on the roof, in the garden on a bridge,

Until brother sees them and cringe.

Suck it through your nose - blurred images,

Bitter sliding down your throat.

Dreams of a better tomorrow…