Fervour

I’ve
written
all the
words

Now I’ve
just to
press
send

But
as my
finger
hovers

I’m
scared
our time
will end

Nonsense

When
the
wine
is in

The
wit
is
out

And
it’s a
good
job

To
be
honest

As
what
else

Would
we talk
about?

Power

I’ve walked
along
this road
before

Feeling
lonely
and
insecure

At least
this time
I know
for sure

You
cannot
hurt me
anymore

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