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How
will
it
feel

She
asks

As
I don’t
think
I know

I’ve
forgotten
what it
means

She
says

When
something
stirs
below

The Minx

If you
don’t
want
to be
with
me

Then
don’t
feel
you
have
to stay

I
am
quite
happy
by
myself

Or
finding
someone
else to
lead
astray

Jailbirds

Can
we go
for a
walk?

No
pressure
or
anything

But I
just
want
to
talk

About
you

About
me

And
about
what
we’ll
do

Once
we
are
free

Pen & Paper(less)

What
is the
point
in any
of this

In
trying
so hard
all this
time?

What
do I
hope to
achieve
anyway

By
writing
this
useless
rhyme?

(A) Void

I
would
smash
that
glass

And
reach
for
your
hand

If
only
I was
allowed

Yet
we
have
no
choice

But
to
press
against
it

Hearts
broken
and
heads
bowed

Communal Living

Just shut up

You stupid cunts

It is nearly quarter to four

Just go home

To bitch and moan

And stop banging on the floor!

Surreal

It is
just so
unbelievable

That things
have come
to this

Who or
what will
save us?

As we
stare into
the abyss…

Virulent

Whilst
social
distancing

And just
about
subsisting

To what
we are
witnessing

There is
no point
resisting

Dear Reader

Sometimes
my words
are so
savage

I even
surprise
myself

It’s like
the page
I must
ravage

With no
care at
all for
yourself

Pros & Cons

Whatever
it is you
want
from me

I just
don’t
have it
to give

As I’m
focusing
all of my
attention

On
finding
reasons
to live

Conundrum

What
keeps
us
together

Can
also
tear
us
apart

But
what
ultimately
destroys
us

Might
just
mend
a broken
heart

The Two Of Us

I don’t want just anyone,

I only want you.

To feel you,

Touch you,

Wrap my arms around you.

Hold you,

Squeeze you,

Bring me to my knees,

You.

It’s always been you.

Eighteen Months

It’s
all
still
so
fucking
surreal

I
can’t
get my
head
around
it

Fuck
knows
what
I am
supposed
to feel

Let
alone
how
to
explain
it

Immoral

This
can’t
go on

We
mustn’t
continue

As the
guilt is
seeping

Into
every
sinew

It
has to
stop

It
shouldn’t
have
started

As
we
made a
mockery

Of our
dearly
departed

Emancipation

I’m so
happy
I got
out of
there

As my
mind
was
going
fuck
knows
where

At
least
now
a smile
I can
wear

Whilst
I walk
around
without
a care

On (A) High

I
hope
you
will
remember

The
next
time
you
are
sad

I
could
have
been
there
for you

But
you
blew
each
chance
you had

So
now
you
will
find
me

Sitting
in my
ivory
tower
instead

Eating
strawberries
and
glugging
champagne

From
the
comfort
of my
bed

Stroke Of Luck

I could
have
stayed
in that
day

And we
never
would
have
met

Instead
I chose
not to
go
home

A
decision
I won’t
ever
regret

Xxx

Nobody’s Hero (1)

Please
take no
notice
of me

For I’m
as fucked
as anyone
can be

So don’t
let what
I write
enthrall

As it
is just
words,
after all

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