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Fly To A Web
Fly To A Web
It is an invisible thread that binds me and you,
One that holds us fast as glue.
Nothing can ever tear us apart,
We beat together as one heart.
Our hearts and emotions are entwined,
Nothing compares to us, we are one of a kind.
Our love is stronger than iron,
Our love has the strength of a lion.
You are my backbone and I am your spine,
I am your glory, you are my shrine.
We stick together like a fly to a web,
You are the moon; I am the sea’s ebb.
Your love is like the sea, so vast and so deep,
My love to you is a memento that you will keep.
Do Not Cry
Do Not Cry
Do not cry when I have gone,
I’ll see you soon, it won’t be long.
You’ll hear my laugh in the springtime breeze,
You’ll hear my song from the birds in the trees.
I am the fallen blossom that dances through the street,
I am the grass that grows beneath your feet.
Do not cry, it’s not goodbye.
I am in the heavens, wrapped in golden light,
I am the stars that shine so clear and bright.
I am the spring rain that falls from above,
Landing on you softly, showering you with love.
I am the colour from flowers growing wild,
I am the love to which you embrace a child.
Do not cry, it’s not goodbye.
I am no longer afraid or in pain,
Don’t be sad, you have nothing to gain.
Remember me with joy and love,
I will be watching you from above.
Think of me when you look at the moon,
Do not cry, I will see you soon.
Do not cry, it’s not goodbye
But for now, carry on,
I’m here in soul, I have not gone.
Hold your head high, Try to be strong,
Your grief and sorrow, you must not prolong.
Be brave, have strength and be happy,
Remember these words when you think of me.
Do not cry for it is not goodbye
Chapter 12. Call For An Ambulance
Call For An Ambulance
I heard a noise from outside of my window
I looked out and saw Louise below
She was running past my garden gate
Running past with AnnMarie, her mate
Inside my head I cussed at her, wished she were dead
And for a few seconds, I turned my head
What happened next was like a bad dream
I faced the window again, as I heard a piercing scream
Louise was impaled on one of the gates metal spikes
Lying next to her were two racing bikes
Louise’s feet were touching the floor
But the spike was embedded through her jaw
AnnMarie was sobbing and crying
Louise was stuck on the spike, bleeding and dying
Two little kids were shouting “It was an accident
We didn’t mean to crash into her, it was not meant”
She had lost lots of blood, her face was grey
I could see her life slipping away
I just stood leaning against the window sill
I couldn’t move, I kept still
I watched Louise as her blood ran down her chin and arm
I knew she had done some serious harm
Her feet suddenly started to slip
From the ground they lost their grip
Louise started to splutter, started to cough
As her jaw almost got ripped off
I whisper to myself “You’ve dropped something on the floor
Oh yes Louise, it is your jaw”
I could see her eyes rolling to the top of her head
If she didn’t receive help, she would soon be dead
I opened the window and stuck my head out
“Call for an ambulance!” I heard AnnMarie shout
I didn’t want to do it, I didn’t know why
For some strange reason, I wanted Louise to die
I heard a voice screaming in my head
THAT LITTLE COW, DESERVES TO BE DEAD
I saw Louise’s body begin to shake and quiver
Down my spine, ran a cold shiver
I knew Louise’s body was quickly failing
In the distance I hear an ambulance siren wailing
“The ambulance is coming” I hear AnnMarie hark
Then all I remember is the room going dark
Next thing I know, I was tucked up in bed
Mum sitting beside me, telling me Louise was dead
I think as I fainted, I must have hit my head off the floor
Because my head was extremely sore
Sore wasn’t the word, as it hurt very much
Yet strangely… not to the touch
The next few weeks past in a blur
All I kept seeing was images of her
The headaches were driving me insane
I thought I had a haemorrhage in my brain
My mental health needed some attention
I went to the doctors to seek medical intervention
To the doctor I gave a symptom description
He took out a pad and wrote a prescription
He said most people would have done the same in my situation
He also recommended a well needed vacation
But I didn’t want to go on holiday
I didn’t want to go away
I just wanted to be left alone
I just wanted to be on my own
My behaviour was causing mum and dad to be stressed
So they went on holiday instead, they thought it was best
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Chapter 11. Hit a Nerve
Hit a Nerve
Life was good for many years
I had no worries, stress or fears
My eighteenth birthday was such fun
I received expensive gifts from everyone
Perfume, jewellery designer suits
Manicures, Pedicures and leather boots
Leather handbags, bottles of champagne
Solid gold earrings, an expensive gold chain
Aunty Rita made me a birthday cake
She loved to cook, she loved to bake
She also booked me a limousine
I felt as though I was a queen
I felt like a queen minus the crown
I looked my friends up and down
I thought I was so much better than them
And that’s where my snobbery started to stem
I always used to have lots of money
Mock my friends, I thought it was funny
Louise, Helen and AnnMarie
Had much less than me
Louise was talking to her friend
She was upfront, she didn’t pretend
I think I might have hit a nerve
Because I overheard something I didn’t deserve”
“She thinks that she is gorgeous, thinks that she is pretty
She thinks that she is funny; she thinks that she is witty
She thinks she is a beauty queen
She thinks she’s God, she thinks she’s supreme
But she is nothing but a spoilt little cow
I tell you this and I tell you this now
She is nothing but a gold digger
Each day her greed gets bigger and bigger
How dare she compare me?
And how dare she compare thee
She walks around with her head stuck up her bum
Just because she has a fairly rich mum
She thinks she is better than all of us
At her I would like to scream and cuss
I hate the way she styles her hair
I hate the way she holds her nose up in the air
She is nothing but a tart
I tell you something, she had better not start
I would love to slap her face
I would love to shove her all over the place
I would love to slap her sore
She thinks she is rich and we are poor
Well poor her, I am telling you now
She is nothing but a spoilt cow
AnnMarie only pretends to like her
To lose Betty’s friendship, she would prefer
If Betty wasn’t my so called friend
I would get her arm and her arm I would bend
I would bend it right in half
She would cry, she wouldn’t laugh
How dare she have the nerve to mock me?
I will get her back, just wait and see
I am going to wait until late at night
And jump out on her and give her a fright
Then I am going to break her arm
I am going to cause her such harm
Then I am going to jump on her head
I’m not going to stop until she is dead
I hate the way she looks down on me
I’m going to kick her in the eye, until she can’t see
And then upon her head I will pound
I will make sure she never gets off the ground
I’m sorry girls; I know she’s meant to be our friend
But her boasting drives me around the bend
I’m sorry girls; I shouldn’t have said all that
But she is nothing but a dirty alley cat
I’m sorry girls if I sounded snotty
But her soul is so murky and grotty
Come on girls before I pretend to blub
Who is coming with me to the pub?”
“Well I couldn’t believe what I had just heard
How stupid, how silly, how dumb, how absurd
They were just bitches, it was plain to see
None of it was true, it was just jealousy
They were so petty and pathetic
Their jibes and cruelty just made me sick
They were just jealous because my life was perfect
So until they apologised, their friendship I would neglect
What they said had obviously hurt
How dare Louise talk about me as if I were dirt!
So I tossed my head back and walked back home
My friendship… they had just blown
Well of course I was very upset
How mean can anyone get?
Those things they had said about me were not true
They were just bitches through and through
At least I could turn to my mum
Make her feel sorry for me by sucking my thumb
If I fluttered my eyelashes and pretended to get upset
Many hugs and kisses I would get
I loved her kiss, I loved her hug
It would make me feel warm and snug
I loved the kisses my mum would give me
They weren’t like Graham’s, all sordid and seedy
So I went home and told my mum
Sat on her knee and sucked my thumb
Mum said “Don’t worry, your pain will go away”
And that Louise would be sorry one day
I went to go and tidy my room
Gave it a quick sweep with the broom
I went to throw a very old coat away
I looked in the pocket, Oh wow…Hey
There was my locket from long ago
Should I throw it away? I must not, oh no
So I put the locket around my neck
And it was still as itchy as heck
I swore I would never take it off my neck again
And from removing it I would refrain
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Chapter 10. Aunty Rita
Aunty Rita
I was always spoilt rotten
Because my young childhood was never forgotten
I was bought expensive clothes and expensive underwear
I was bought designer perfume and got extensions in my hair
Mum used to buy me all sorts of nice things
From silver jewellery, to nine carat gold rings
Dad wasn’t at home very much, he was always at work
I didn’t know what he did; I think he was an office clerk
But it was OK as I had my Aunty Rita
She used to be married to my uncle peter
Aunty Rita was my mum’s twin sister
They stuck together like a plaster to a blister
If my mum was busy Aunty Rita would be there
She was very stylish and wore things with flair
She was as mad and as flambouent as they came
Her crazy antics drove me insane
Mum and Rita looked like two peas in a pod
But Aunty Rita behaved a little odd
Not in a deranged way, she was just a little aloof
Her weird ways and habits were enough proof
Her house was immaculate, clean and tidy
She would rearrange the furniture every Friday
She would make us take our shoes off at the front door
Hated the look of shoe prints on her highly polished floor
She would wash her hands twenty times a day
She said it helped keep the germs and bugs at bay
Aunty Rita was lovely but very queer
She didn’t like people to come to near
She dreaded the thought of catching the flu
Said people harboured more germs than a public loo
Rita said germs were every where
On people’s clothes, in people’s hair
On people’s hands, in people’s ears
Yes germs were Aunty Rita’s worst fears
I remember her coming to visit, she had a black eye
“I walked into a door” she had said with a sigh
We all knew my Uncle Peter was mean and tough
But one day Aunty Rita had suffered enough
Peter was having an affair, Rita caught him playing away
And started divorce proceedings the very next day
She had a party when the divorce came through
She was parting hard; she said “Why should I be blue?”
But Aunty Rita had a bad heart
And for this she had to keep a chart
I don’t know what the chart was for
But she couldn’t go above ten or more
She wasn’t allowed any stress
She wasn’t meant to be under duress
I loved my Aunty Rita almost as much as my mum
My Aunty Rita was the best, she was my best chum
I asked Aunty Rita about my biological mum
She pulled a face that looked so glum
She said that my mum was evil and mad
And that my dad was just as bad
She said mum was a big believer in the occult
And against the authorities she would often revolt
She said my real mum believed in Witch Craft
She said all that mumbo jumbo was just daft
Rita said I was better off without my real mum
And that my real mum and dad were nothing but scum
Aunty Rita was probably right
She was always clever and bright
So I put my real mum and dad to the back of my head
As far as I was concerned they may as well be dead