De facto…

I’m not here to be your servant.

I’m not here to be your mum.

We’re supposed to be a couple.

I need affection

  • just a crumb.

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On the run…

The Angel digs his heels in,

and runs off with his brothers.

Left behind, I do not mind,

This time away from others.

My temper’s blown over.

The air is calm and clear.

When the Angel’s finished running,

he’ll come home,

and I’ll be here.

Wasted timing…

Bottomless eyes

staring deep into space,

while smoke slowly drifts to the sky.

Lovingly lost

deep in Nothings embrace,

unaware,  in the bliss,  flying high.

 

 

 

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Pipe dreaming…

Tired body,

weary soul.

A helping hand

from the old glass bowl…

Forgotten tears.

Rekindled gleam.

Living life,

in a pipe dream.

 

 

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Wasted Monday…

Puffing the day away.

Songs out of tune.

Head in the clouds.

A high afternoon.

Dance around solo.

Skip to no beat.

Wasting the moment.

Smoking a treat.

 

 

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Red wine…

Red wine.

Conversation.

Laughter.

Spilt wine.

Cigarettes.

Music.

Unsteady steps.

Eye contact.

Kissing.

Carried to bed.

Undressed.

Touched.

Stroked.

Excitement.

Passion.

Pleasure.

Relief.

Love.

Eyes closing.

Sleep.

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