Biography of Pauline McVicar
my writing is mainly as a mental escape. I tend to just sit pen in hand and things come out. There is one peom i wrote that I love and sometimes I barely believe I wrote but ive the barely legible scribble to prove it. Its the one called Lost Moments, have a read and please leave comments
Pauline McVicar Poems
A ticking clock, I wish it would stop. Counting sheep, Yet I still can’t sleep.
We take our time and give it away, Waste a day in mindless action. Not allowing time for peaceful solice, Losing our days through petty distraction.
The monotony of normality, The terror of change, That place in betwee, Where these feelings are strange.
I’ve never ever felt like this, The fear is killing me! I don’t want to lose you, I hope that you can see.
People only see one side of me, They never look within, They see the tough exterior, And can’t see I’m wearing thin.
Open your eyes. It’s cold. Look down at your feet, Where are they going to? Look around, look at the street,
Through the darkness, through the mist I cannot find the one I trust, With pain in my heart, thoughts flooding my head, I know deep down in my heart I must.
My chance, our dance. The smell of your hair. One night, just right. Only us there. Two people, no music. Darkness all around. Lights are bright, hands held tight. We cant hear a sound.
My chance, our dance. The smell of your hair.
One night, just right. Only us there.
Two people, no music. Darkness all around.
Lights are bright, hands held tight. We cant hear a sound.
The rain pours and doors close. Yet still we dance.
Slow steps, quick breath. This is our last chance.
I stand up, I step back. Your smile so sweet.
Outside the sun shines on the bustling street.