brighter than sunshine, let the rain fall i dont care im yours and suddenly your mine
thought of you when i used to listen to that.
i miss goatbridge. drunken nights surrounded by lovely people. cold hard stones and goats. warm fires that make the stones warm. keeping hands warm. watching the stars. "romantic" nights looking at the fireworks. nice hugs and holding hands. spinning with friends next to empty wine bottles. hiding and getting drunk, just us five. sat next to a boy listening to music he loves in /headphones\. listening to people talk for ages. falling over and not caring until the morning. sitting on the bridge watching the cars go by. sitting out the front on the pavement making words with the stones. stealing warm jumpers from nice people. sitting on the bench. sharing sips of alcohol. empty beer cans on the floor. ripped up magazines and pictures of pete. nice small eyes looking. smiles. laughs. rolling down the hill. baffy breaks. running around. excitement. jealousy. kisses. losing things then finding them, nice happy voice on the phone. waiting for someone to turn up. "Look over the bridge and you'll see me <3" broken wired fences to sit on. sparklies. feeling nervous. rain. silence. talking on the edge of the hill. turning up late. being early. knowing im going to see them all again, soon. hugs goodbye. walking home. recieving texts from.

when we go there again it wont be quite the same. you wont be there to hold my hand. and i wont be there to stay with you while you lie on the floor in the cold.
: )
ache.
no more chances.