... "Never smoke, it's bad," he spoke,holding a cigaret in his hand, "but you can kiss people who smoke, that wouldn't hurt you." He said with a cheeky smile, he turned the corner and he was gone, leaving nothing but a scent of smoke and a distant nervous laugh. That's the moment when my heart melted, almost as if he was the sun and I the ice cream, the moment I realised he was to be nothing more than sweet Turkish words.

Fucking Trollied Have you noticed when you're trollied you do a sort of sway, To let people know you're still standing and that you'll be ok The room becomes a blur and you're tripping over your feet, You try to keep it going but you're suddenly glued to your seat The crowd is slowly thinning into a few drunken bastards, Your feet are killing,shoes are rubbing and you need some fucking plasters Have you noticed when you're trollied you don't give a fuck, You drink and drink until you're gone and then you're in the muck. #hanging

The Pale White Sheet The pale white sheet shimmered in the air, Almost translucent and too happy to scare, It's bright little smile lit up the night, And gave every little child a big huge fright. 'Please don't be scared' the white sheet said, The children screamed and ran ahead, 'Don't run away' the white sheet pleaded, 'It's friends like you that I once needed' But they ran and they ran and they pushed and they shoved, To get away from little old Tony who had never been loved, His smile had been destroyed and his shine began to fade, So he went back to the happy place where he was once made.

His Mummy Never Cared. Peter was a young, shy boy, With brown locks of hair, Peter had tons of toys, But he said he couldn't care. Peter never played with the toys, And never seemed to smile, Peter was a sad little boy and had been for a while. Peter's mummy was never there, To kiss him on his head, Peter's mummy was never there, She never tucked him into bed. Peter knew that he wasn't wanted, He knew that no one cared, So he dashed each wrist with a plastic knife, To make his mummy scared. His mummy, then she wondered how Peter could of known, She wondered how he'd gotten so tall, skinny and overgrown. Peter was an older boy now and a mature young man, people ask him about his mother and he quietly repeats the words, "she ran".