Keiran Bateman Poems

What have I been doing?
Apart from wasting all my time,
Watching you fall into his arms,
I sit alone and cry.
...

Don't call me anymore,
'Cause I don't want to see your face again.
Don't call me anymore,
'Cause I'm still dying from the pain.
...

The watercolour world drips,
down your old lady's wall.
Let the lines blur, fade
into one. Stutter the story,
...