Tag: Sundays

Overthinking Again

I don’t think I can cope

She said

With all this worry

And stress

My heart

Just won’t stop pounding

And my head’s

A fucking mess

Maybe I’ll just end it

She said

That could be

For the best

As within

The peace and quiet

I might finally

Get some rest

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Random #186

‘Oh what’ll you do now, my blue eyed son?
What’ll you do now, my darling young one?
I’m goin’ back out ‘fore the rain starts fallin…’

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Under Duress

So I’m
coming to
your house
today

As it
seems
I have
no choice

But to endure
three hours
of awkward
pretence

And your
fucking
awful
voice

If only
I could
just say
no

Then all
of this
would
end

Instead I’ll
turn up
with a
smile

And fake
being
your best
friend

(Originally Posted 15.09.2019)

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Sundays

I
hate
Sunday
evenings

I
despise
them
with
a passion

There’s
nothing
good
about
them

No
positive
distraction

From the
fact that
tomorrow
starts
another
week

And we’re
no longer
dancing
cheek
to cheek

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