Going, Going, Gone…

If only you could wait

She said

I’d make it worth your while 

As much as that appeals

He said

Hanging around just ain’t my style

Running Before Walking

I know

That I’m not

Quite ready

Thoughts of him

Still rife

In my head

But if you

Come around

Happy to be

The rebound

Then I won’t kick you

Out of bed

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