There was a period of time
After he died
When I returned to my old ways
Auditioning random men
As a replacement
All in a drunken haze
Thankfully
It didn’t last
And it proved to be just a phase
As I realised
Pretty quickly
It didn’t help with my malaise
On A Promise
What happens when the music stops
She said
Do we have to go home?
Wherever you end up going
He said
You wonβt be going alone
(Originally Posted 01.07.2021)
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 
π³ at the last bit lol. Bit Saville/Andrew perhaps.
You’re a braver woman than I!
Wait.
Lol I was so useless at making rapport with random people especially with music blaring π. I eventually consigned myself to a life of celibacy π€·ββοΈ.
Why no one wants to chat philosophy or space on a night out I will never understand.
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No need for the π³ my friend – all consentual over here! π
And there’s a lot to be said for celibacy! ππ€
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Oh and the one or two times someone WAS enamoured with me for such chat I had no idea πππ.
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π€£π€£ There’s definitely a knack to it ππ€
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I’m done with knacks!
And knickers! And bras man. Just why?
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You tell me lol! ππ€
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