Amongst the streets when sun was set.

Amongst the streets when sun was set, 

amongst the sleaze and grim, 

were gems and doors to be discovered. 

under neon signs.

Drinks were drunk and laughs were had.

But before we could be friends, 

people passed and time was spent strolling the streets 

when sun was set. 

In the sun, when water flowed and things were left un-said,

like how the locals whistled at us because of your pink hair

amongst the streets and through the doors

whilst under trees 

flitted sparrows

 we drew and spent the time

talking about our dreams and cares. 

when the sun was high

Moments past that felt like memories.

Embraced and filled the heart.

coloured dresses floated between the stones  

we searched and looked for famous painters

never to be found 

amongst the gold and mausoleums

moments at a time, 

chasing cats and laughing loud down the cobbled stones.

Plates of crepes, chocolate, coconut – ice cream 

we drank beer, and laughed 

about what was next, but here and now 

was all that mattered

upon our tanned skins we knew how summer was spent. 

Glistening bridges, in the distance filled our eyes, 

names scrawled of love and friendships

for ever locked in time.

amongst the streets when sun was set, 

amongst the sleaze and grim, 

were gems and doors to be discovered. 

under neon signs.

Drinks were drunk and laughs were had.

But before we could be friends, 

people passed and time was spent amongst the streets 

when sun was set. 

Underneath the eiffel tower 

scrawled upon the skin was cats and being little 

we laughed and drank the cheap

fizzy, wine that flowed 

past our lips and laughs were had amongst the hazy glow

 as we walked past, doors and windows, 

where people laughed, loved and cared 

amongst the cobbled stones

 and through the doors

time was spent and friends were made 

laughs were had and boris johnson’s hair was magic

and upon skin and in our hearts was etched 

all we had seen. 

– By Ella Masters