Me, Myself and I
Hi, I write poetry in my spare time, I don’t write as much as I used to as most of my time is spent now penning short stories, however I do post the odd poem now and again. I hope that you enjoy them.
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Me, Myself and I Poems
Then You Left
So then you left… In a heap, lying on the floor,
My ghost…my conscience… I hold you to me, and… Begin to see you clearly…. The love that I lost…for I would still hug you dearly…
For can i play with madness,
Can I play with madness…. Locked up, and knocked up,
H.O.M.E For I prayed to the gods,
A beautiful day (re written 15/03/2015)
As the sun slowly pokes its sleepy head out from behind the earth, Its golden fingers begin their ballet over our crumpled sheets,
Playing Jesus, Alone…
The clock strikes the hour and again I recite your name, I know where I am now, but I know that I’m far from safe,
Without a trace....
Without a trace…
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Then You Left
So then you left…
In a heap, lying on the floor,
I lie, panting, wanting so much more,
For you have all but gone,
The fairytale is over...
And I start to humm our song,
The erotic thoughts I still think,
Our glasses we drank from,
Are still lying in the sink,
Your smell on my clothes,
Makes me start to think,
But now your gone,
I hear the door slam,
And the taxi pull away,
And its all over,
Over before I had time to blink,
What the hell happened? ?
Or did I...