True Colours

What
else
did
you
lose

She
asked

On
the
day
he
died?

All
the
love
and
respect

I
once
had
for
you

She
bitterly
replied

Ceasefire

Not
even a
worldwide
pandemic

Is
enough
to make
you see

That what
happened
to us was
your fault

And you
should
apologise
to me

Old Faces

I
loved
talking
to you
so much
tonight

It
bought
a tear
to my
eye

It seems
there’s
no one
else I
want to
sit with

And
watch
the
world
go by

On Future Dates

I
know
that
I
agreed
to
this

But
now
I
am
quite
scared

What
if
I’m
late
to
meet
you

Or
my
ability
to
talk
is
impaired?

What
about
if
you
realise

When
you
look
at
me up
close

That
I
really
am
quite
old
and
tired

And
the
thought
of
kissing
me
is gross?

On The Uptake

Is
this
the
part
where
we
kiss?

Be
sure
to
let
me
know

I
wouldn’t
want
to
miss
such
bliss

Because
I’m a
little
slow

Could Be Worse

If I
have
to read

Another
status
update

I think
I will
be sick

I
get
it

You’re
bored

With
nothing
to do

But
stop
moaning

You
selfish
prick

Sanitised

Don’t
come
anywhere
near
me

I don’t
know
where
you’ve
been

There’s
no way
you are
touching
me

Until
your
hands
are
clean

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