20 November 2015

A Shame

By Bryan

I sit alone,
Most nights,
Playing online games,
Coding a site.

Sometimes she visits,
Have some fun,
A snuggle,
A cuddle,
It doesn’t feel the same.

I ask Freya for no accidents,
We are not ready,
Its a shame,
My faith is there,
It doesn’t feel the same.

I listen to The doors,
the hypnotic sounds of Jim,
I close my eyes
It doesn’t sound the same.

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