Newlyn

Walking through the cobbled streets

We used to know

It didn't matter to us then

How our ages show

That we need coffee

In order to wake up

And sometimes want a cigarette

So we can crave something else

 

Walking through the cobbled streets

To fetch the morning news

Giving me a vague reminder

Of all that I could lose

Small, raggety fishing boats sit

In an abandoned bay

Looking nice as they rot away

 

Walking through the cobbled streets

Finally

Back now where I should belong

And here to stay

Been away so long I almost forgot

How it feels to live in this quiet town

Reviews

[Lizzy]

i like newlyn :]]

and this
of course!