the kittens are safe

Right then, first up, we got to line 16 (well 16 submissions anyway), its seems to have a wee bit of a teenangst lost love feel to it. Alright so i dont think its going to make Radio4's poetry please, but it does give me i warm fuzzy feeling that people took time to add to this; so as promised heres what we got so far, should we continue? should we start another?

I remember the other day as we spoke how our hearts get broken
Too many feelings, words left unspoken;
Everytime we talk, playing again and again the memory of
The day you left and got back and left;
The tinny sound of that cheap japanese tape recorder that was your (16 year
old) world
Whirled back and then left
Its never the same taping it off the radio
Its never gonna be the same
How can i begin, to unravel the past?
Passing fast for-ever looping the games exchanging differant places; faces
of a familier cast
An understudy hatching wicked plans from the wings
But your face is the face that keeps coming back
And left
And forth
And right
Stuck in my mind's eye
Like some long lost, new found stranger injecting that sense of danger
Infected, its strange that we are
I slept
You bore
We wept
You say 'case they're shy
Paid too high a cost, left with nothing but the anger
Drawn over and over broke
Fuck it, fuck it all on the last race at Lingfield
Cover the lost face that replaced our laughter
Breathe life into the death mask of tomorrow


With thanks to:
Sasha, Gary , Emma, Ceci