Growing Up

A bath full of bubbles,

A pretty pink dress.

A life free of troubles -

She couldn't care less.

A glass full of bubbles

To help with the stress.

A vodka - a double -

A life in a mess.

So where did I lose her,

That angel in pink?

She's no longer with me -

She drowned in my drink.

Falling Star's Memoirs

I look forward to reliving a great past, that’s so forgiving,

Of made up memories I want to share.

Blending truth with lies to cover for the fact I’m someone other

Than the one they wanted to be there.

All the parties! So inviting... and the social whirl exciting!

Tales of times when laughter filled the air.

All in my imagination (with a bit of decoration)

Makes me stand out in the public glare.

All because they want to know about “the life behind the show” -

They just want glamour with designer flair.

So, pretending great conviction, I’ll write my “Biografiction”

And hope the world believes that I was there!