electricity from dirt

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Matthew Piper

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(The Harry Potter Bus | by Flannol)

Moving Home

Boxes of memories,

Every one as stupid as a poem,

Longing as a lonely night

Twinkling still, like fading stars,

Tugging like the moon on sandy paper,

Scribbles on a wet beach, 

Washed away by tides long out,

Your messages in converse boxes,

Thrown to waves in hope,  

Someday a true reply.

Well you should have known me back then,

Beatrice told me she loved me,

But the next day she was going out with Ben,

I dumped all the other girls for Rachel, said I wanted to kiss her,

But that summer we both went to big school,

I told her i’d miss her,

She made me a tape with her favourite songs on,

She said they’d remind her of me,

I wrote her a letter: to my princess it said

I will think of you forerever,

One day, someday, your prince will come,

One day, someday, your prince will come,

I’ll be riding to the rescue,

For my first love.