Here’s the day you hoped would never come, don’t feed me violins just run with me through rows of speeding cars. The paper cuts, the cheating lovers, the coffee’s never strong enough. I know you think it’s more than just bad luck. There there baby it’s just textbook stuff, it’s in the ABC of growing up. Now now darling, oh don’t loose your head cos’ none of us were angels and you know i love you, yeah. Sleeping pills know sleeping dogs lie never far enough away, glistening in the cold sweat of guilt. i’ve watched you slowly winding down for years, you can’t keep on like this, now’s a bad time as any. There there baby it’s just textbook stuff, it’s in the ABC of growing up.

lisa mitchell.

i love my sister millions.

because your just a girl in a big world, denying what she knows is true and living just another low rate fantasy, one that is so unlikly to happen it’s almost unbelivable, yet she sit’s there everyday , at the end of the window sill waiting for you to come along, but you never will, and she will get older and older, and you will get further and further, yet she still belive’s your coming, because it’s every girls unspoken fantasy that one day you will turn up.

- anonymous.

snow day up on leckhampton.