My Favourite Place

Pale, baby blue Speckled with dirt. Lines once white, Now covered in hurt. A shock to the skin, Same effect as a pin. Breathe in the gook, The effect? Well, I shook. Each stain holds a memory, A destination, a thought. I remember that time, I imagined I’d been shot. Oh what fun it is Remembering her ways, How she could leave me there, Bleeding for days. I’m sorry, I got carried away, Come on, Let’s move on. Oh dear, my bad, This seems to be the end. My ignorance of time Is becoming a trend. Don’t forget, tell your friends About this brilliant tour I’m sure they’d be enthralled By my lovely bathroom floor.