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,
A Beautiful Day
As the sun opens up and begins to rule the morning, It sheds its light over our crumpled sheets, Waking me to yet another day with you, As these morning’s are the ones that I most treasure,
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 beatiful day, (reprise)
A Beautiful Day, (reprise) As the sun pokes its sleepy head out from behind the earth,
Without a trace....
Without a trace…
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,
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Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
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...