Sinead Hewson Poems

As I stood awaiting, Anticipating
Who the figure was,
The bus came closer,
The figure grew clearer, like a Polaroid picture
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As I lay, I looked around me,
At my walls, Windows, Ceiling and Door.
As I lay I thought,
About our happy memories.
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Monday,
I blushed at the sight.
Tuesday,
I smiled at him.
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The tower in France was the
scene that night,
Where Gino and Angel had
that fateful fight.
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