Lyall28 : Writing

It's Not You, It's Me.

It's Not You, It's Me.

A Poem by Lyall28


I know it’s not you that I miss, not really,It’s my memories, my hopes for me and for you.Only potential and possibility, never mind the p..
Two Plastic Chairs

Two Plastic Chairs

A Poem by Lyall28


Whilst walking along a river, I came across a woman sitting alone in her garden.
I Cut A Hole in Time’s Pocket

I Cut A Hole in Time’s Pocket

A Poem by Lyall28


A poem written about a lazy morning spent outside in the sun when I should have been working inside at my desk.