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My absent companion
My absent comrade
A fickle and inconstant friend,
of whom I rarely see enough.
It’s within you my dreams reside
but without you, I feel rough.
You’re absent when I need you most,
then sneak up on me, unexpected.
Can’t you see, you’re broken and disjointed
when I need you to be connected?
But if we weren’t to meet again
I doubt that I could I cope.
I ...
Thursday 13th February 2020 12:12 am
Poem
I might make you laugh, but I might also make you cry,
I might give you answers or make you question why.
I can look so serious or sound really quite absurd
I am divine unseen pen pictures designed to be heard.
I will make comparisons to shine a light inside your heart
I’ll begin our stories with with an epilogue or end them near their start.
My language can be quite colourful, yes I have be...
Friday 22nd September 2017 7:37 am
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