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Please Don't Grow Up
We all couldn't wait
To grow up, to get out
To fully understand
What the world was about
Only to find
On the other side
The beauty we saw
As a child, had died
The day turned to night
The blue turned to gray
The innocence of life
Had faded away.
So many dreams
Now seem cast down
Remember when difficult
Meant choosing markerĀ or crayon?
Thursday 4th August 2016 2:55 pm
My Misses has a Mistress
My Misses has a mistress
She comes here then and now
She always sneaks in quietly
And when she leaves she's loud
She lives here some nights
On the other side of the bed
She stays here with my misses
She lives inside her head
I watch her leech away her life
She slyly steals her smile
And when she wants to make love
She takes my misses for a while
She didn't come ...
Monday 1st August 2016 2:27 pm
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