You are a Monday morning waiting for the school gates to open wide.
You are a shining star in the sky starting to cry at sun rise.
You are the crooked handle bars on a bike with popping tyres.
You are a book waiting to be opened .
You are a cracked China cup crying for help.
You are the smell of pink candy floss floating across the summer sky.
You are the sadness of a storm banging on the red tiled roof.
You are a fairground with the loud music spinning around my head.
You are memories of a child falling over, hurt and crying.
You are the end.