NH ( / London)

Weird Places

It's not the first time,
That several hours have passed,
Without the noticeing of mine,
That you have know how to run to go fast.

It's not the first time,
That i have realised,
That severed now,
Is the knot which between us ties.

I'ts not the first time,
I've looked out the windows,
And met the glanceing gaze,
Of a stranger as by he goes.

It is the first time,
I've tried to win no races,
And waited till my time will come,
Waited in weird places.

by Nick Hilton

Comments (3)

You need to write more about chickens.
this is a highaly original poem
some misplaced 'e's but still great.