Jack Bell

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Condensation forms on the window pane,
My hair becomes damp, as I lean, getting tired,
The sound is faint, but I can hear the rain,
Splattering on the road, soaking the tyres.
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Jack Bell Biography

My name is Jack, I was born in London, I'm 18 years old, currently studying my A-Levels at sixth form college. I'm sporty, out going, up 4 a laugh and love enjoying myself. I go out to the cinema, museums, theatres, play football, rugby, tennis etc. listen to music, watch TV and DVDs, read books and of course, write poetry. All the poems in my profile are written by me, so any feedback or comments would be great! Hope you like them and thanks!)

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Condensation forms on the window pane,
My hair becomes damp, as I lean, getting tired,
The sound is faint, but I can hear the rain,
Splattering on the road, soaking the tyres.

The bus rolls on, the engine hums,
In my hand is a book, yet to turn a page,
I see a baby asleep in his mother’s arms,
An elderly couple hold hands, wrinkled with age.

I am too distracted to read, my mind on other things,
I look back on my mistake, or was it right?
I have left my true love behind, it stings,
At the end of my tunnel, is there a light?

My heart is torn, but not all the way,
Whether there is still hope, I do not know,
When she calls me, I don’t know what to say,
She asks do you want me back but all I can say is no.

Too much has happened, how can I go back?
I caught her in bed, with another guy,
I’ve made my choice, my suitcase has been packed,
The photos sizzle, memories burn, it’s time for goodbye.

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